From: Phillip Charles Saunders <phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Turning of the Tide, Richard Thompson transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu

^FHow many boys, one night stands How many lips, how many hands have ^Cheld you Like I'm ^Bbholding you to^Cnight

^FToo many nights staying up late Too much powder, too much paint Oh you ^Ccan't hide from the ^BbTurning of the ^CTide

^DmDid they ^Frun their fingers ^Bbup and down your shabby dress ^DmDid they ^Ffind some tender ^Bbmoment there in ^Cyour caress'

^FBoys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time You ^Ccan't hide from the ^BbTurning of the ^CTide

Poor little sailor boy, never set eyes on a woman before Did he tell you that he'd love you, darling, for ever more' Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume Creaking bed in the hotel room You can't hide from the Turning of the Tide Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress Did they find some tender moment there in your caress' Boys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time You can't hide from the Turning of the Tide Ending F -|-----------------------------------1-------------------------------| -|-----------------------------------1-------------------------------| -|-----------------------------------2-------------------------------| -|----0--3--0------------------------3-------------------------------| -|-3-----------3---------3--0--3-----3-------------------------------| -|----------------3--s5-----------3--1-------------------------------|

Richard Thompson - Turning of the tide