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#Donald and Lydia - John Prine
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#Tabbed by: Dave. S
#Email: [email protected]
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#Tuning: Standard
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#Artist: John Prine
#Album: Prime Prine
#Year: 1976
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[C]Small town, bright lights, [F]Saturday [C]night,
Pinballs and pool halls [D]flashing their [G]lights.
Making [C]change behind the counter in a [F]penny [C]arcade
Sat the fat girl daughter of [G]Virginia and [C]Ray
[C]Lydia hid her [F]thoughts like a [C]cat
Behind her small eyes sunk [D]deep in her [G]fat.
She read [C]romance magazines [F]up in her [C]room
And felt just like Sunday on [G]Saturday [C]afternoon.[C7]
Chorus:
But [F]dreaming just comes [C]natural
Like the [G]first breath from a [C]baby,
Like [F]sunshine feeding [C]daisies,
Like the [G]love hidden [F]deep in your [C]heart.
[C]Bunk beds, shaved heads, [F]Saturday [C]night,
a warehouse of strangers with [D]sixty watt [G]lights.
[C]Staring through the ceiling, just [F]wanting to [C]be
Lay one of too many, a [G]young PF[C]C.
[C]There were spaces between Donald and [F]whatever he [C]said.
Strangers had forced him to [D]live in his [G]head.
He en[C]visioned the details of [F]romantic [C]scenes
After midnight in the stillness of the [G]barracks [C]latrine.[C7]
(Repeat Chorus)
[C]Hot love, cold love, [F]no love at [C]all.
A portrait of guilt is [D]hung on the [G]wall.
[C]Nothing is wrong, [F]nothing is [C]right.
Donald and Lydia [G]made love that [C]night.
They made [C]love in the mountains, they made [F]love in the [C]streams,
They made love in the valleys, they made [D]love in their [G]dreams.
But [C]when they were finished there was [F]nothing to [C]say,
Cause mostly they made love from [G]ten miles [C]away.[C7]
(Repeat Chorus)
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#Donald and Lydia - John Prine
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#Tabbed by: Dave. S
#Email: [email protected]
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#Tuning: Standard
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#Artist: John Prine
#Album: Prime Prine
#Year: 1976
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[C]Small town, bright lights, [F]Saturday [C]night,
Pinballs and pool halls [D]flashing their [G]lights.
Making [C]change behind the counter in a [F]penny [C]arcade
Sat the fat girl daughter of [G]Virginia and [C]Ray
[C]Lydia hid her [F]thoughts like a [C]cat
Behind her small eyes sunk [D]deep in her [G]fat.
She read [C]romance magazines [F]up in her [C]room
And felt just like Sunday on [G]Saturday [C]afternoon.[C7]
Chorus:
But [F]dreaming just comes [C]natural
Like the [G]first breath from a [C]baby,
Like [F]sunshine feeding [C]daisies,
Like the [G]love hidden [F]deep in your [C]heart.
[C]Bunk beds, shaved heads, [F]Saturday [C]night,
a warehouse of strangers with [D]sixty watt [G]lights.
[C]Staring through the ceiling, just [F]wanting to [C]be
Lay one of too many, a [G]young PF[C]C.
[C]There were spaces between Donald and [F]whatever he [C]said.
Strangers had forced him to [D]live in his [G]head.
He en[C]visioned the details of [F]romantic [C]scenes
After midnight in the stillness of the [G]barracks [C]latrine.[C7]
(Repeat Chorus)
[C]Hot love, cold love, [F]no love at [C]all.
A portrait of guilt is [D]hung on the [G]wall.
[C]Nothing is wrong, [F]nothing is [C]right.
Donald and Lydia [G]made love that [C]night.
They made [C]love in the mountains, they made [F]love in the [C]streams,
They made love in the valleys, they made [D]love in their [G]dreams.
But [C]when they were finished there was [F]nothing to [C]say,
Cause mostly they made love from [G]ten miles [C]away.[C7]
(Repeat Chorus)
