Barbara Ann by The Beach Boys - Easy ukulele chords
Chorus (no chords to start)
Ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Oh Barbara [G]Ann, take my [C]hand
Barbara [G]Ann
You got me [D]rockin' and a-rollin'
[C]Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara [G]Ann (Ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
Verse 1
[G]Went to a dance, lookin' for romance
[G]Saw Barbara Ann, so I thought I'd take a chance
on Barbara [C]Ann
come take my [G]hand
You got me [D]rockin' and a-rollin'
[C]Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara [G]Ann (Ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
Chorus (no chords to start)
Ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Oh Barbara [G]Ann, take my [C]hand
Barbara [G]Ann
You got me [D]rockin' and a-rollin'
[C]Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara [G]Ann (Ba ba, ba Barbara Ann, let’s go!)
Instrumental G G C G D C G
Verse 2 (no chords to start)
Tried Peggy Sue, tried Peggy Lou
Tried Mary Lou, but I knew she wouldn't do
Barbara [C]Ann
Take my [G]hand
You got me [D]rockin' and a-rollin'
[C]Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara [G]Ann (Ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
Chorus (no chords to start)
Ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Oh Barbara [G]Ann, take my [C]hand
Barbara [G]Ann
You got me [D]rockin' and a-rollin'
[C]Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara [G]Ann (Ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
Chorus
Oh Barbara [G]Ann, take my [C]hand
Barbara [G]Ann
You got me [D]rockin' and a-rollin'
[C]Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara [G]Ann (Ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
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The Story Behind the Song
Barbara Ann wasn’t always the girl everyone sang about. Long before the harmonies and handclaps, she was just Barb - barefoot on warm beach, humming tunes no one else quite noticed. The story goes that one breezy summer along the California coast, a loose circle of musicians had gathered. Later, they liked to call themselves The Beach Boys. They had rhythm, charm, and sunshine to spare, but something was missing.
Enter Barbara Ann.
She wasn’t trying to be discovered. She was leaning against a weathered boardwalk rail, laughing with friends, her voice cutting clean through the salty air. Not loud, not showy - just unmistakably alive. One of the players paused mid-strum. Another missed a chord entirely.
They wrote as if they were still standing there, trying to catch her attention without quite daring to say her name directly - except, of course, they did. Over and over, until it became rhythm, until it became joy.
They kept it simple on purpose, wrapped in easy chords. And somewhere, if you listen closely, you can still hear that first missed chord.