The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan Acordes de ukelele

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from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com
lyrics and chords of: The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan by Marianne Faithful
 
I got some problems with the lyrics, so
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15
 
 
C                                 C7
The morning sun touched gently on
     F             C
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
 
in a white suburban bedroom
       G                    G7
in a white suburban town.
        C                          C7
As she lay there 'neath the covers
         F               C
dreaming of a thousand lovers
           G                      G7
till the world turned to orange
                             C     C7
and the room went spinning round.
 
        F
At the age of thirty-seven
       C
she realized she'd never ride
 
through Paris in a sports car
                           G
with the worm wind in her hair.
 
        C                          C7
So she let the phone keep ringing
        F                  C
as she sat there softly singing
       G
the nursery rhymes she'd memorized
         F            C
in her daddy's easy chair.
 
                            C7
Her husband is off to work
         F                C
and the kids are off to school
 
and there were oh so many ways
     G                   G7
for her to spend a day.
 
            C                        C7
She could clean the house for hours
   F                 C
or re-arrange the flowers
    G
or run naked through the shady streets
                   C
screaming all the way.
 
        F
At the age of thirty-seven
       C
she realized she'd never ride
 
through Paris in a sports car
                           G
with the worm wind in her hair.
 
        C                          C7
So she let the phone keep ringing
        F                  C
as she sat there softly singing
       G
the nursery rhymes she'd memorized
         F            C
in her daddy's easy chair.
 
                                  C7
The evening sun touched gently on
     F             C
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
 
on the roof top where she climbed
                                G     G7
when all the laughter grew too loud.
 
          C                           C7
And she bowed and cursed to the man (?)
       F                    C
who reached out and offered her his hands (?)
     G
and led her down to a long white car (?)
                        C    C7
that waited, past the crowd.
 
        F
At the age of thirty-seven
     C
she knew that she'd found forever
 
as she rode along through Paris
                           G
with the worm wind in her hair.
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