Corinne Bailey Rae - Girl put your records on

^AThree little birds ^D#m7b5sat on my window. ^D9And they told me I ^Ddon't need to worry. ^{A A}Summer came like ^D#m7b5cinnamon

^D9Little girls double-^Ddutch on the con^Acrete. ^F#mMaybe ^C#7sometimes ^F#mwe've got it wrong, but it's ^Bmalright The ^Dmaj7more things seem to change, the ^D7more they stay the same

^AGirl, put your records on, ^D#m7b5tell me your favourite song ^D9You go a^Dhead, let your ^Ahair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, ^D#m7b5I hope you get your dreams, ^D9Just go a^Dhead, let your ^Ahair down. ^Dmaj7You're gonna find yourself ^D7somewhere, somehow. ^ABlue as the sky, ^D#m7b5sunburnt and lonely, ^D9Sipping tea ^Din a bar by the ^Aroadside,

^ADon't you let those other ^D#m7b5boys fool you, ^D9Got to love ^Dthat afro hair ^Ado. ^F#mMaybe ^C#7sometimes we ^F#mfeel afraid, but it's ^Bmalright The ^Dmaj7more you stay the same, the ^D7more they seem to change.

^AGirl, put your records on, ^D#m7b5tell me your favourite song ^D9You go a^Dhead, let your ^Ahair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, ^D#m7b5I hope you get your dreams, ^D9Just go a^Dhead, let your ^Ahair down. ^Dmaj7You're gonna find yourself ^D7somewhere, somehow. ^F#m'Twas more than I could take, ^Bmpity for pity's sake ^F#mSome nights kept me awake, ^BmI thought that I was stronger ^DWhen you gonna realise, ^Bmthat you don't even have to ^Dtry any longer? ^D7Do what you want to. ^AGirl, put your records on, ^D#m7b5tell me your favourite song ^D9You go a^Dhead, let your ^Ahair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, ^D#m7b5I hope you get your dreams, ^D9Just go ahead, ^Dlet your hair down. ^AGirl, put your records on, ^D#m7b5tell me your favourite song ^D9You go a^Dhead, let your ^Ahair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, ^D#m7b5I hope you get your dreams, ^D9Just go a^Dhead, let your ^Ahair down. ^Dmaj7Oh, you're gonna find yourself ^D7somewhere, somehow