Ian Hunter - Irene wilde

When ^CI was just six^CM9/Bteen I stood wait^Aming for a drea^Cm At ^FBarker Street Bus Sta^Gtion every ^Cnight ^F When I ^Ctried to get i^CM9/Bt on she just loo^Amked at me with^C scorn My ^Fcourage turned to ^Gfear and I took ^Cflight ^{C CM9/B}

For those ^Amlooks they seemed to ^Fsay you ain’t ^Gnothin' go ^Caway ^CM9/B You’re just some ^Amface in s^Gome c^Frowd so I w^Galked home and I v^Cowed I'm gonna ^Fbe ^Emsomebo^Dmdy someday ^C

Her n^Came was Irene ^CM9/BWilde Oh such bea^Amuty for a chil^Cd Whe^Fn she started dating ^Gboys I near^Cly died ^F Well I ^Ccould not bare^CM9/Bly stand seeing a^Amnyone hold her^C hand I t^Fhought I'd have to^G crawl away and ^Chide ^{C CM9/B}

In my mothe^Amr's Sunday ^Froom I’d ^Gcompose so many t^Cunes T^CM9/Bhey was all the same ^Amjust a fr^Game f^For the name^G and just to say ^C I'm gonna ^Fbe ^Emsomebo^Dmdy someday ^C

^BbWild was your ^Fname, I soon ^Gleft that country ^Ctown^CM9/B I’ve been a^Amround, I've seen some ^Fthings, I’ve seen some ^Gups, I've seen some ^Cdowns ^BbSmile through your^F shock as you^G hear your name ou^Ctloud I’s that ^Amface in the ^Fcrowd I didn't ^Gdig it I'm much too ^Cproud

When I^C was just sixt^CM9/Been I stood waiti^Amng for that dr^Ceam At ^FBarker street bus sta^Gtion non-af^Cfair ^F At the^C time it seeme^CM9/Bd so sad but it d^Amidn't turn out^C bad if she ^Fhadn't turned me ^Gdown I'd still be ^Cthere ^{C CM9/B}

Well I ^Amthink most folks ag^Free A little ^Gput-down makes them ^Csee^CM9/B they aint the ^Amchain they'^Gre just a l^Fink and thats ^Gwhy she made me ^Cthink I'm gonna ^Fbe ^Emsomebo^Dmdy, ^Fbe ^Emsomebo^Dmdy, ^Fbe ^Emsomebo^Dmdy – s^Comeday