Ellis Paul - Rollaway bed

^GWake up, Gracie, you're stealing the covers ^Cagain It's ^G4 in the morning, December's outside creeping ^Cin Now, a ^Emthousand times ^Dover I ^Clove you ^D A ^Emthousand and ^Done, now it's ^Csaid ^D But, if ^EmI want to ^Dsleep I've got to ^Cfind you ^D Your ^Emvery own ^Drollaway ^Ambed Hm m ^Gmm ^C

^GNow, I'm a night person, come home late from playing the ^Cbars You're ^Gtossing and turning, spinning like Saturn and ^CMars At ^Em8 in the ^Dmorning you ^Cwake me ^D With your ^Emcoffee, your ^Djam, and your ^Cbread ^{D Em}You're less ^Dlikely to ^Cburn me ^D In your ^Emvery own ^Drollaway ^Ambed Hm m ^Gmm ^C

^Am- Saturday, wake up, we're ^Bmdriving round town ^CTrying to find the perfect ^Dbed You ^Amfall on the mattress, you ^Bmfaint like an actress The ^Csalesmen are all turning ^Dred Hm m ^Gmm ^C

^GMove over, Gracie, I can't face sleeping ^Calone With^Gout all that tossin', it don't even feel like I'm ^Chome Now, a ^Emthousand times ^Dover I ^Clove you ^D One ^Emthousand and ^Dtwo, now it's ^Csaid ^{D Em}Baby, I ^Ddon't mean to ^Cwake you ^D Is there ^Emroom in the ^Drollaway ^Ambed? Hm m ^Gmm ^Cy-yeah Rollaway ^Gbed ^C Rollaway ^Gbed ^{C G}