Lady Cifras

intro: E       A     X 2
 
A                   E
 Once when I was daily growing
A                     E
 Dressed in red from head to toe
B                    A                    E
 You were all the thoughts I’s knowin’
 
A                        B
 The sun did shine, no care the season
A                      E
 While I learned my 1-2-3’s and
B                  A                   B
 You fell in to teach me treason
 
A               B                 E             A
Now I spend my each day busy, jumping on the monkey show
E                A
Jumping on the monkey show
B                A                B
Searching for a face I know
 
A                    B              E
And I just walk for hours down the red brick march of 
A
Market Street
E     A
Of Market Street
B                      A
And spend my each days in repeat
 
E                     B
Lady she’s alright with me
F#                      A
done borrowed all my empathy
E                          B
and you know she got the best of me
F#                       A
'cause she's not lyin' next to me.
 
A                    E
And all things fine, sweet day beginning
A            E
I got up and fell right in and
B                   A                  E
Climbed up to where you was living
 
A                    E
And you stood in the backdoor yawning
A             E
In that cruel way that leads me on and
B                   A                   E
You're the reason I wake each morning
 
A                      B                   E
And sunshine plays the puddles through the mornings
A
Evenings afternoons
E        A
Evenings afternoons
B                         A             E
I count my thoughts with coffee-spoons
 
A                      B                 E
And something reeks of heaven 'neath the highway 
A
Where the hobos sleep
E          A
Where the hobos sleep
B                   A              E
And laugh about the pains I keep
 
E                 B
And lady, she's a friend of mine
F#                           A
'Cause I know how to take my time
E                    B
But I can't say that without lyin'
F#                 A
So I'll try not to try next time
 
Bridge:
 
B                                   E
And I ain’t got no one to bear my burden
B                                E
Though I could pay with sips of wine
G#m                               A
Old men like me just tuck their shirts in
E          B
Too busy running out, though we
E               B
 Do our best to do without still
E           B              A
 Too busy running out of time
 
E                      B
Well lady I can't take no rest
F#                             A
With all this weight across my chest
E               B
And yesterday I loved the best
F#                     A
Dun' borrowed too much happiness
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