Biografia:
Michael Peter Smith (September 7, 1941 – August 3, 2020) was an American singer-songwriter based in Chicago. Rolling Stone once called him "The greatest songwriter in the English language". He sang and composed from the 1960s, and his rich and challenging songs have been recorded by more than 30 performers.
He is remembered for writing "The Dutchman", popularized by Steve Goodman and also recorded by Suzy Bogguss, Tom Russell, Jerry Jeff Walker, Robert James Waller, Josh White Jr., and many others.
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Fantastic song by one of the best songwriters around.
This is the version from Love Stories (1988). In some live versions instead of the "call Nautilus..." line
he sings "And they even named a dog food after you."
The third instrumental section is bass/fiddle noodling the general melody of the song as an unsung verse.
The song is supposed to be humorous and Smith changes it up a lot when playing live, so play around!
[Intro]
Dm Bb7 A
Dm Bb7 A
Dm Bb7 A
Bb7 A Dm
[Verse]
Dm A7
Oh Mister Tut what good's it do
A7 Dm Dm Ddim7 A7
They love your chair but nobody cares for you
Dm A7
Egyptian nights were never colder
Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
And all your friends are thousands of years older
D D7 Gm
Whatever happened to that gang down by the Sphinx
C F Faug Gm
Seems they're only forty winks away
Gm Dm
Those girls from Cairo with their belly button jewels
A7 Dm A7
Made you play the fool yesterday yesterday
Dm Ddim A7
And now you keep in shape with Elmer's glue
Dm
Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
[Instrumental]
Dm Bb7 A
Dm Bb7 A
Dm Bb7 A
Bb7 A Dm
[Verse]
Dm A7
Oh Mister Tut, they love the mask
A7 Dm Dm Ddim7 A7
But do they love you? Honey, sweetheart, don't ask
Dm A7
Where's those baby browns and that pearly smile?
Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
That smile that drove 'em wild by the early Nile
D D7 Gm
You make one terrific hieroglyphic, don't you bro
C F Faug Gm
Centuries of standing sideways turned you to a pro
Gm Dm
Those girls from Cairo who filled your heart with lust
A7 Dm A7
They've all turned to dust, yesterday, yesterday
Dm Ddim A7
(And those) bandages don't do that much for you
Dm
Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
[Instrumental]
Dm Bb7/D A
Dm Bb7/D A
[Verse]
Dm A7
Oh Mister Tut, they dig the tomb, yeah
Dm Ddim7 A7
All that gold leaf brightens up a room
Dm A7
But what's the diff, when you're stiff, what riff they're playing
Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
When your ears have spent five thousand years decaying?
D D7 Gm
What does it matter what possessions you may boast?
C F Faug
When you're just a ghost it's only jive, clive
Gm Dm
Your sarcophagus is glowing but your esophagus is showing
A7 Dm A7
Who cares how rich you are love when you look like Boris Karloff
Dm Ddim A7
Call Nautilus, they might even refund your due
Dm
Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
[Instrumental]
Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
D Gm C F Faug Gm Dm A7 Dm A7
Dm Ddim A7 Dm
[Verse]
Dm A7
Oh Mister Tut, you wait and see
Dm
Another few thousand years they're gonna dig up me
A7
And I'll have all my little treasures near at hand
Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
A CD of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
D D7 Gm
A little dried out Maui wowee crumbled in a bong
C F
A letter from my honey saying love you kid, so long
Gm Dm
Some peanut butter sandwiches that have long returned to sand
A7 Dm A7
Not much gold or silver, but Tut, I think you'll understand
Dm Ddim A7
That in my way I'll be just like you
Dm
All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
[Outro]
Dm/A Dm/A A
All wrapped up
Dm/A Dm/A A
All wrapped up
Dm/A A7 Bdim7
All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues...
This is the version from Love Stories (1988). In some live versions instead of the "call Nautilus..." line
he sings "And they even named a dog food after you."
The third instrumental section is bass/fiddle noodling the general melody of the song as an unsung verse.
The song is supposed to be humorous and Smith changes it up a lot when playing live, so play around!
[Intro]
Dm Bb7 A
Dm Bb7 A
Dm Bb7 A
Bb7 A Dm
[Verse]
Dm A7
Oh Mister Tut what good's it do
A7 Dm Dm Ddim7 A7
They love your chair but nobody cares for you
Dm A7
Egyptian nights were never colder
Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
And all your friends are thousands of years older
D D7 Gm
Whatever happened to that gang down by the Sphinx
C F Faug Gm
Seems they're only forty winks away
Gm Dm
Those girls from Cairo with their belly button jewels
A7 Dm A7
Made you play the fool yesterday yesterday
Dm Ddim A7
And now you keep in shape with Elmer's glue
Dm
Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
[Instrumental]
Dm Bb7 A
Dm Bb7 A
Dm Bb7 A
Bb7 A Dm
[Verse]
Dm A7
Oh Mister Tut, they love the mask
A7 Dm Dm Ddim7 A7
But do they love you? Honey, sweetheart, don't ask
Dm A7
Where's those baby browns and that pearly smile?
Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
That smile that drove 'em wild by the early Nile
D D7 Gm
You make one terrific hieroglyphic, don't you bro
C F Faug Gm
Centuries of standing sideways turned you to a pro
Gm Dm
Those girls from Cairo who filled your heart with lust
A7 Dm A7
They've all turned to dust, yesterday, yesterday
Dm Ddim A7
(And those) bandages don't do that much for you
Dm
Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
[Instrumental]
Dm Bb7/D A
Dm Bb7/D A
[Verse]
Dm A7
Oh Mister Tut, they dig the tomb, yeah
Dm Ddim7 A7
All that gold leaf brightens up a room
Dm A7
But what's the diff, when you're stiff, what riff they're playing
Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
When your ears have spent five thousand years decaying?
D D7 Gm
What does it matter what possessions you may boast?
C F Faug
When you're just a ghost it's only jive, clive
Gm Dm
Your sarcophagus is glowing but your esophagus is showing
A7 Dm A7
Who cares how rich you are love when you look like Boris Karloff
Dm Ddim A7
Call Nautilus, they might even refund your due
Dm
Cause you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
[Instrumental]
Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
D Gm C F Faug Gm Dm A7 Dm A7
Dm Ddim A7 Dm
[Verse]
Dm A7
Oh Mister Tut, you wait and see
Dm
Another few thousand years they're gonna dig up me
A7
And I'll have all my little treasures near at hand
Dm Dm/C# Dm/C Dm/B D
A CD of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
D D7 Gm
A little dried out Maui wowee crumbled in a bong
C F
A letter from my honey saying love you kid, so long
Gm Dm
Some peanut butter sandwiches that have long returned to sand
A7 Dm A7
Not much gold or silver, but Tut, I think you'll understand
Dm Ddim A7
That in my way I'll be just like you
Dm
All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
[Outro]
Dm/A Dm/A A
All wrapped up
Dm/A Dm/A A
All wrapped up
Dm/A A7 Bdim7
All wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues...
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