Albert Hammond - Rebecca

1. Get ^Dyou, brushin^Emg your hair with th^Ae wind, ^{D Em}riding your bike^A up on Mulholland ^DDrive. ^Bm

Oh, I ^Ggot a five-^Aminute…

2. …rush^D from you in ^Emyour faded blue j^Aeans, ^D H^Emow many years is^A it you've bee^Dn alive' ^Bm

Oh, I'l^Gl take a guess.^A Rebec^Emca,

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^A could it be eighteen, ninete^Den or so' ^Bm

Oh, Rebecca, ^Em w

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il^Al I ever know' ^D

3. No^D way, where wo^Emuld I fit in your^A life' ^D Wha^Emt would you do with a^A man without cha^Dnge. ^Bm

too strang^Ge and too poor… ^A

4. ….to be trusted,^D rusted a^Em couple of ti^Ames, ^D sh^Emaken a bit^A by the years on ^Dthe road, ^Bm

and the women I^G've known' ^A

^EmRebecca

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, ^A you'd have liked the name I gave to^D you, Oh, Rebecca, ^Em i

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f ^Ayou only knew. ^D

^Em Go home

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^A to your father's friends, ^Em straight sons

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^A to your mother's friends,

^Em sweet ones

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^Ato those families, ^Em well-to-do and so we^All-established.

5. And one da^Dy you might^Em wake up to a shock, gi^Arl, ^D wh^Emat has it come^A to, this sensible li^Dfe. ^Bm

The wife ^Gof a fool' ^A

Rebec^Emca,

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^A reading magazines in a c^Dhic salon. ^Bm Oh, Rebecca,^Em

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wh^Aere's Rebecca gone' ^D