John Prine - Donald and lydia

^CSmall town,bright lights ,^FSaturday ^Cnight Pinballs and pool halls ^Dflashin 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 it felt just like Sunday on a ^GSaturday ^Cafternoon

But ^Fdreaming just comes ^Cnatural Like the ^Gfirst breath of 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 ^Gyounge ^CPFC

^CThere were spaces between Donald and ^Fwhatever he ^Csaid Strangers had forced him to ^Dlive in his ^Ghead He ^Cenvisioned the detail of a ^Fromantic ^Cscene After midnight in the stillness of the ^Gbarracks ^Cletrine

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

^CHot love,cold love ,^Fno love at ^Call A portrait of guilt ^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 valley ,they made ^Dlove in their ^Gdreams But ^Cwhen they were finished there was ^Fnothing to ^Csay Cause mostly they made love ^Gten miles ^Caway

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