No capo

G    D      A       G       D          A
Big bottled fraulein, put your weight on me
G       D              A
Said the pygmy to the whore
G        D              A     E               D       A
Desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain

        G    D      A               G       D          A
little man his youth a fountain overdrafted and still counting
G       D              A
vernacular verbose
    G               D    A       E               D       A
an attempt in getting close to where he came from

          G        D       A             G          D          A
in the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars
G       D  A    G  D     A
proposition deal, fly button feel
E       D        E              D       A
testicle testing, wallet ever bulging

G               D               A    G           D            A
dressed to the left divulging the wrinkles of his years
        G       D  A      G           D  A
wedding bell induced fears shedding bell end tears
          E               D               A
in the pocket of her resistance
 

       G          D  A                  G       D         A
international assistance flowing generous and full
    G            D       A
to his never-ready tool
              G       D        A
pulls his eyes over her wool

E                      D
and he shudders as he comes
E                      D                A                       E
and my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road

segue into Nice Little Tune
 

submited  by Don Bell
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Thanks to Mr. Bell for his work on Pig Me and the Whore.
I adapted it to a second fret capo to fit with the other parts of Baker St. Muse
 
 Andy Wessel

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Pig-Me and the Whore - Jethro Tull

Capo 2

F    C      G       F       C          G
Big bottled fraulein, put your weight on me
F       C              G
Said the pygmy to the whore
F        C              G     D               C       G
Desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain

        F    C      G               F       C          G
little man his youth a fountain overdrafted and still counting
F       C              G
vernacular verbose
    F               C    G       D               C       G
an attempt in getting close to where he came from

          F        C       G             F          C          G
in the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars
F       C  G    F  C     G
proposition deal, fly button feel
D       C        D              C       G
testicle testing, wallet ever bulging

F               C               G    F           C            G
dressed to the left divulging the wrinkles of his years
        F       C  G      F           C  G
wedding bell induced fears shedding bell end tears
          D               C               G
in the pocket of her resistance
 

       F          C  G                  F       C         G
international assistance flowing generous and full
    F            C       G
to his never-ready tool
              F       C        G
pulls his eyes over her wool

D                      C
and he shudders as he comes
D                      C                G                       D
and my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road

segue into Nice Little Tune