Marianne Faithfull - The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

^EThe morning sun touched gently on ^E7 the e^Ayes of Lucy Jo^Erdan in a white suburban bedroom in a wh^Bite suburban town. ^B7

As she l^Eay there 'neath the covers ^E7 dreaming ^Aof a thousand lo^Evers till the wo^Brld turned to orange ^B7 and the room went spinning ro^Eund. ^E7

At the a^Age of thirty-seven she rea^Elized she'd never ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her h^Bair.

So she l^Eet the phone keep ringing ^E7 as she s^Aat there softly sin^Eging the nur^Bsery rhymes she'd memorize in her da^Addy's easy ch^Eair.

Her husband is off to work ^E7 and the k^Aids are off to sc^Ehool and there were oh so many ways for h^Ber to spend a day. ^B7

She could cl^Eean the house for hours ^E7 or ^Arearrange the flo^Ewers or m^Bake it through the shady stream screaming all the w^Eay.

At the a^Age of thirty-seven she rea^Elized she'd never ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her h^Bair.

So she l^Eet the phone keep ringing ^E7 as she s^Aat there softly sin^Eging the nur^Bsery rhymes she'd memorize in her da^Addy's easy ch^Eair.

The evening sun touched gently on ^E7 the e^Ayes of Lucy Jo^Erdan on the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too ^Bloud. ^B7

And she bo^Ewed and curtseyed to the man ^E7 who rea^Ached out and offerd her ^E his hands and ^Bled her down to a long white car that waited, past the cr^Eowd. ^E7

At the a^Age of thirty-seven she k^Enew that she'd found heaven as she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her h^Bair