Corinne Bailey Rae - Put your records on

^AThree little birds, sat o^Bn my window. ^D6And they told me I don't need to worry.^{A A}Summer came like cinnamon So swee^Bt, ^D6Little girls double-dutch on the concre^Ate.

^GbmMaybe sometime^C#7s, we've got it^D wrong, but it's al^B7l right ^Dmaj7The more things seem to change, the m^Db7ore they stay the same Oh, don't you ^D6hesitate.

^AGirl, put your records on, ^Btell me your favorite song ^D6You go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, I^B hope you get your dreams, ^D6Just go ahead, let your^A hair down. ^Dmaj7You're gonna find yourself^B7 somewhere, somehow.

^ABlue as the sky, ^Bsunburnt and lonely, ^D6Sipping tea in a bar by the ^Aroadside, ^A- just relax, just relax - ^ADon't you let those other ^Bboys fool you, ^D6Got to love that afro hair do^A.

^Gb7Maybe somet^C#7imes, we f^Deel afraid, but it's a^B7lright ^Dmaj7The more you stay the same, the ^Db7more they seem to change. Don't you think it's strang^D6e?

^AGirl, put your records on, t^Bell me your favorite song ^D6You go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded j^Beans, I hope you get your dreams, ^D6Just go ahead, let your^A hair down. ^Dmaj7You're gonna find yourself ^B7somewhere, somehow.

^Bm'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake ^GbmSome nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger ^BmWhen you gonna realise, that you don't even have to ^Dmaj7try any longer? ^D6Do what you want to.

^AGirl, put your records on, tell me your^B favourite song ^D6You go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get ^Byour dreams, ^D6Just go ahead, let your^A hair down.

^AGirl, put your records ^Bon, tell me your favourite song ^D6You go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded ^Bjeans, I hope you get your dreams, ^D6Just go ahead, let your h^Aair down.

^D6You're gonna find yourself ^Dmaj7somewhere, somehow.