---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Donald and Lydia - John Prine ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Dave. S Email: Dlgibson@netscape.com Tuning: Standard Artist: John Prine Album: Prime Prine Year: 1976

^CSmall town, bright lights, ^FSaturday ^Cnight, Pinballs and pool halls ^Dflashing their ^Glights. Making ^Cchange behind the counter in a ^Fpenny ^Carcade Sat the fat girl daughter of ^GVirginia and ^CRay

^CLydia hid her ^Fthoughts like a ^Ccat Behind her small eyes sunk ^Ddeep in her ^Gfat. She read ^Cromance magazines ^Fup in her ^Croom And felt just like Sunday on ^GSaturday ^Cafternoon.

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But ^Fdreaming just comes ^Cnatural Like the ^Gfirst breath from a ^Cbaby, Like ^Fsunshine feeding ^Cdaisies, Like the ^Glove hidden deep in your ^Cheart.

^CBunk beds, shaved heads, ^FSaturday ^Cnight, a warehouse of strangers with ^Dsixty watt ^Glights. ^CStaring through the ceiling, just ^Fwanting to ^Cbe Lay one of too many, a ^Gyoung PF^CC.

^CThere were spaces between Donald and ^Fwhatever he ^Csaid. Strangers had forced him to ^Dlive in his ^Ghead. He en^Cvisioned the details of ^Fromantic ^Cscenes After midnight in the stillness of the ^Gbarracks ^Clatrine.

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^CHot love, cold love, ^Fno love at ^Call. A portrait of guilt is ^Dhung on the ^Gwall. ^CNothing is wrong, ^Fnothing is ^Cright. Donald and Lydia ^Gmade love that ^Cnight.

They made ^Clove in the mountains, they made ^Flove in the ^Cstreams, They made love in the valleys, they made ^Dlove in their ^Gdreams. But ^Cwhen they were finished there was ^Fnothing to ^Csay, Cause mostly they made love from ^Gten miles ^Caway.

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John Prine - Donald and lydia