Sweet Lady Of Waiahole

C7 F Early in the morning, she would gather all her island fruits F7 Bb And pack them as she starts another day Bbm F Dm Carefully she makes her way beside the mountain stream Gm C7 F C7 As she sings an island chant of long ago F Bb My sweet lady of Waiahole, F She’s sitting by the highway (by the highway, by the highway) Gm Selling her papaya (papaya - pa pa paya - pa pa paya) C7 F C7 And her green and ripe banana (ripe ba-na-nas) F Walking down her damp and rocky road her humble wagon stops F7 Bb She watched the sun creep through the valley sky Bbm F Dm Smiles and wipes the sweat off from her brow, continues on Gm C7 F C7 And starts her journey through the highway rising sun F Bb My sweet lady of Waiahole, F She’s sitting by the highway (by the highway, by the highway) Gm Selling her papaya (papaya - pa pa paya - pa pa paya) C7 F C7 And her green and ripe banana (ripe ba-na-nas) F F7 Bb Bbm F Dm Gm C7 F C7 F Later in the evening, she would gather all her island fruits F7 Bb And pack them as she ends another day Bbm F Dm Carefully she makes her way beside the mountain stream Gm C7 F C7 As she sings an island chant of long ago F Bb My sweet lady of Waiahole, F She’s sitting by the highway (by the highway, by the highway) Gm Selling her papaya (papaya - pa pa paya - pa pa paya) C7 F C7 And her green and ripe banana (ripe ba-na-nas) Gm Selling her papaya (papaya - pa pa paya - pa pa paya) C7 F C7 And her green and ripe banana (ripe ba-na-nas) Gm Selling her papaya (papaya - pa pa paya - pa pa paya) C7 F C7 And her green and ripe banana (ripe ba-na-nas)