Sadie

Chords and lyrics for Sadie by The Spinners

 
In  
D 
a world  
A 
like 
 
today
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It’s 
 
 
F#m 
a rare  
D 
occasion 
 
 
A 
to be able
To see young mothers like the ones
 
That were around when I  
D 
grew 
 
up
 
But they live  
A 
on in memory
To quite a few of us
 
And this song is  
E 
dedicated
To those who cherish that memory

 
Early  
B 
one Sunday morning
 
Breakfast was on  
E 
the 
 
table
There was no time to eat
 
She said to me, "Boy,  
F#m 
hurry to Sunday school"
B 
 
Filled with her  
Bm7 
load of glory
 
We  
E 
learned the Holy  
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story
 
She’ll always have  
Em 
her 
 
dreams
 
Despite  
F#m 
the things  
E 
this troubled world  
F#m 
can 
 
bring

Oh, Sadie

Don’t you know we love you
Sweet Sadie
A 
Place no one above you
 
Sweet  
E 
Sadie (Well, well, well)
 
Living in the  
F# 
past
B 
Some times it seems so funny
 
But  
E 
no money  
A 
will turn your life around

Sweeter than cotton candy

Stronger than papa’s old brandy
 
Always that needed  
D#dim 
smile
Bm7 
Once in awhile she  
E 
would break down and  
F#m 
cry
C#m 

Some times she’d be so happy

Just being with us and daddy
F#m 
Standing the worst of times
Breaking the binds with just a simple song

Oh, Sadie (Oh, Sadie, baby)

Don’t you know we love you (She’ll love us all in a special way)
Sweet Sadie (Well, well, well)
Place no one above you

 
Sweet Sadie (Sweet Sadie  
C#m 
livin’ in the past)
 
Living in  
D 
the 
 
past
 
Oh, she’s  
F#m 
never 
 
sinnin’
G#m 
In love she’s always winnin’,  
F#m 
yeah

Sadie (My, my, my, my, my)

Don’t you know we love you (I love you, mama)
Sweet Sadie
Place no one above you (I just can’t forget)

Sweet Sadie (How you gave me love, oh, Lord)

Living in the past
If there’s a heaven up above
I know she’s teaching angels how to love

 
Sadie (It’s a mean world without  
G 
you)
 
Don’t  
F#m 
you know we  
G#m 
love 
 
you
 
Sweet Sadie  
F#m 
(All the  
G#m 
love you showed)
A 
Place no one above you (Oh, I could never, ever doubt her lovely word)
 
C#m 
Sweet 
 
Sadie
 
Living in  
F#m 
the 
 
past
Ain’t it funny that in the end it’s not money
It’s just the love