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Tuning: E A D G B E
Here's a little number I like. Bruce Woodley plays the song either open (in the 'The Seekers at Home') or on Capo 5 (during their 1968 Farewell Special), but I decided to write it open. [Intro]
DmClatter -- the milkman Gat my doorstep, Dmbustle -- my neighbour Gat her tea; DmIn all the world no one's so Dglad to see the Gsun as Cme
[Verse]
CAngeline is always Friday, Angeline is spring forever; DmWinter AngeGline could never Cbe CMister Wilson, old and smiling, lifts his cap as she is passing DmBowing her poGlitely on to Cme
[Chorus]
The Emweek has gone its Flonely Emway; EmI've waited for my Fonly Emday EmAway from shadows In her Gmsunlight I can tell her, "I love BbyoooGuuu, AngeCline."
[Verse]
CAngeline is always Friday, suitcase on the rack above; DmShe hasn't even Gread her magaCzine CAngeline is counting stations, 'til the one where I am standing DmWaiting for my Gonly AngeCline
[Interlude] C Dm G C C Dm G C [Chorus]
The Emweek has gone its Flonely Emway; EmI've waited for my Fonly Emday EmAway from shadows In her Gmsunlight I can tell her, "I love BbyoooGuuu, AngeCline."
[Outro]
DmClatter -- the milkman Gat my doorstep, Dmbustle -- my neighbour Gat her tea; DmIn all the world no one's so Dglad to see the Gsun as Cme
[End]