Intro: B 

#1. 
B                 Eb   B 
Well, it's a darn good life and it's kinda  
              E 
funny how the bee was made, the bee made  
                   Gb 
the honey, and the honeybee lookin' for home,  
B      Gb   B 
made a honeycomb. 
B 
Then, they combed the world and they gathered  
           E 
all of the honeycomb into one sweet ball, and  
    Gb                              B    Gb 
the honeycomb from a million trips, made my  
       B 
baby's lips. 


[Refrão]

    E                                      B 
Oh, honeycomb, won't you be my baby, well, honeycomb,  
Gb    B 
be my own. 
       Gbm   Gb         Gbm      Gb 
Just a hanka hair and a piece of bone, and made a  
B        Gb      B 
walkin', talkin' honeycomb. 
      E                    B     E           B 
Well, honeycomb, won't you be my baby, well, honeycomb,  
Gb    B 
be my own. 
Gb     B         Gb                             B 
What a darn good life when you got a wife, like honeycomb. 
     C 
(Oh, honeycomb) 

#2. 
C                                                   F 
Now, have you heard tell how he made a bee? then he tried  

a hand at a green, green tree. 
        G                                 C  G 
So, the tree was made, I guess you heard, up in, well, he  

made a little bird. 
          C                                            F 
Then they waited around till the end of spring, savin' every 
                                 G 
note the bird did sing, then, he rolled it up into one sweet  
     C      G    C 
tone for my honeycomb. 


[Refrão]

    F                                      C 
Oh, honeycomb, won't you be my baby, well, honeycomb, be my own 
(Honeycomb, honeycomb) 
       G                                          C 
Just a hanka hair and a piece of bone, and made a walkin', talkin'  

honeycomb. 
      F                                      C 
Well, honeycomb, won't you be my baby, well, honeycomb, be my own. 
(Honeycomb, honeycomb) 
       G                                        C 
What a darn good life when you got a wife, like honeycomb. 
    Db 
(My honeycomb) 

#3. 
Db                                              Gb 
In a little while, when he made that girl, they looked around  
                   Ab                            Db      Ab 
for a little word..sounded sweet as turtle dove, so they called  
   Db 
it love. 
Db                                               Gb 
Then they went around looking everywhere, takin' love from here,  
                        Ab                            Db 
love from there, and he stored it up in a little cart for my  
Ab      Db 
honey's heart. 


[Refrão]

    Gb                                     Db 
Oh, honeycomb, won't you be my baby, well, honeycomb, be my own. 
(Honeycomb, honeycomb) 
       Ab                                        Db       Ab 
Just a hanka hair and a piece of bone and made a walkin', talkin' 
Db 
honeycomb. 
      Gb                                     Db 
Well, honeycomb, won't you be my baby, well, honeycomb, be my own. 
(Honeycomb, honeycomb) 
       Ab                                       Db 
What a darn good life when you got a wife, like honeycomb. 
(Honeycomb, honeycomb)