Nortabs

Forsp. - - - G | C - Dsus4 D | Gsus4 G |

              G     C/G       G  G           C/G         G
1.     The day when I was born, my father said: "Hei du!"
       G         Em     D            C   Dsus4-D   G
       It was a Monday morn, on the sofa in the stu.
        G        C/G      G   G       C/G         G
       He took me in my ør, said: "I know akkurat."
          G         Em         D      C   Dsus4-D   G
       "What the boy shall gjør, the little kamerat."

Ref.   Cause he shall:
         C                                 G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, spikk a bitte little little litt.
         D                                            G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, just bit by bit, litt after litt.

       Cause he can:
         C                                 G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, spikk a bitte little little litt.
         D                                            G-C/G-G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, just bit by bit.

           G      C/G         G     G     C/G        G
2.     Outside my barndomshjem you noticed all the fjølen.
           G      Em       D      C   Dsus4-D    G
       And everyone of them was spikka te of sjølen.
           G         C/G       G 	G     C/G     G
       Yes, when I was a little, a bitte little en
           G          Em        D  C   Dsus4-D  Gsus4 G
       My father spakk a fiddle, best among all men.


Ref.   Cause he could:
         C                                 G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, spikk a bitte little little litt.
         D                                            G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, just bit by bit, litt after litt.

       Cause he could:
         C                                 G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, spikk a bitte little little litt.
         D                                            G-C/G-G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, just bit by bit.

           G          C/G          G     G        C/G          G
3.     And out there in the kjøkken, my mother skar some bread.
          G         Em          D  C          Dsus4-D       G
       A humble bread was lykken, and this is what she said:
         G              C/G      G
       "My son you must låv me, not to end up
                  G               C/G                      G
       in a grillbar in the middle of nowhere cooking pomfritter."
               G      Em      D     C   Dsus4-D Gsus4 G
       "Cause best of all to be, it is to be a spikker."


Ref.   It is to:
         C                                 G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, spikk a bitte little little litt.
         D                                            G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, just bit by bit, litt after litt.

       It is to:
         C                                 G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, spikk a bitte little little litt.
         D                                            G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, just bit by bit.


Ref.   It is to:
         C                                 G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, spikk a bitte little little litt.
         D                                            G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, just bit by bit, litt after litt.

       It is to:
         C                                 G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, spikk a bitte little little litt.
         D                                            G
       Spikk a bitte little little litt, just bit by bit.

         D            G         D            G
Avsl.  Spikk a bitte little. (Spikk a bitte little.)
         D            G         D            G
       Spikk a bitte little. (Spikk a bitte little.)
         D            G         D             G
       Spikk a bitte little. (That's about a tiddle.)
         D            G        D             G
       Spikk a bitte little. (Det var det kapit'l.)
         C                    G
       Spikk a-a-a bitte-e-e littl-l-le.