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The ballad of lucy jordan Marianne Faithfull
[E]The morning sun touched gently on [E7]
the e[A]yes of Lucy Jo[E]rdan
in a white suburban bedroom
in a wh[B]ite suburban town. [B7]
As she l[E]ay there 'neath the covers [E7]
dreaming [A]of a thousand lo[E]vers
till the wo[B]rld turned to orange [B7]
and the room went spinning ro[E]und. [E7]
At the a[A]ge of thirty-seven
she rea[E]lized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car
with the worm wind in her h[B]air.
So she l[E]et the phone keep ringing [E7]
as she s[A]at there softly sin[E]ging
the nur[B]sery rhymes she'd memorize
in her da[A]ddy's easy ch[E]air.
Her husband is off to work [E7]
and the k[A]ids are off to sc[E]hool
and there were oh so many ways
for h[B]er to spend a day. [B7]
She could cl[E]ean the house for hours [E7]
or [A]re-arrange the flo[E]wers
or m[B]ake it through the shady stream
screaming all the w[E]ay.
At the a[A]ge of thirty-seven
she rea[E]lized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car
with the worm wind in her h[B]air.
So she l[E]et the phone keep ringing [E7]
as she s[A]at there softly sin[E]ging
the nur[B]sery rhymes she'd memorize
in her da[A]ddy's easy ch[E]air.
The evening sun touched gently on [E7]
the e[A]yes of Lucy Jo[E]rdan
on the roof top where she climbed
when all the laughter grew too l[B]oud. [B7]
And she bo[E]wed and cursed to the man [E7]
who rea[A]ched out ... off to h[E]er his hands
and l[B]ed her down to a long white car
that waited, past the cr[E]owd. [E7]
At the a[A]ge of thirty-seven
she k[E]new that she'd found heaven
as she rode along through Paris
with the worm wind in her h[B]air.
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