Bruce Springsteen - The little things my baby does

^A The way she kisses so tender^F#mly ^A The way she gives her love to ^Dme I been ^Dfelt by the graces and angels up a^Ebove ^N.C.The little things my ^F#mbaby does The little things my ^Ababy does The little things my ^Dbaby does ^E That make me ^Alove her ^E

^A The way she sighs when I hold her ^F#mtight ^A Good times and bad, we'll be al^Dright ^DFaces on the street they push hard and they s^Ehove Disappear ^N.C.with the little things my ^F#mbaby does The little things my ^Ababy does The little things my ^Dbaby does ^E I know I ^Alove her

^C# The soft summer breeze ^F#mfills her every sigh ^B Her eyes are bluer than the ^Dsummer ^Esky

I been ^Cfelt by the graces and angels up a^Dbove ^N.C.The little things my ^Embaby does The little things my ^Gbaby does The little things my ^Cbaby does ^D That make me ^Elove her

^A And when the night closes ^F#min ^A I'm drifting and I can't find a ^Dfriend On the ^Dwings of the angels I'm saved by her ^Elove ^N.C.The little things my ^F#mbaby does The little things my ^Ababy does The little things my ^Dbaby does ^E That make me ^F#mlove her

The little things my ^Ababy does The little things my ^F#mbaby does The little things my ^Ababy does The little things my ^F#mbaby does