The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
Ton : BEnglish
Intro :
E E6 E (x3)
EThe morning sun touched gently onE7
The Aeyes of Lucy EJordan
EIn a white suburban bedroom
In a Bwhite suburban townB7.
As she Elay there 'neath the coversE7
Dreaming Aof a thousand Elovers
Till the Bworld turned to orangB7e
And the room went spinning EroundE7.
At the Aage of thirty-seven
She Erealized she'd never ride
EThrough Paris in a sports car
EWith the warm wind in her Bhair.
So she Elet the phone keep rinE7ging
As she Asat there softly Esinging
The Bnursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her Adaddy's easy Echair.
EHer husband is off to workE7
And the Akids are off to Eschool
EAnd there were oh so many ways
For Bher to spend a B7day.
She could Eclean the house for houE7rs
Or Are-arrange the Eflowers
Or Bmake it through the shady stream
BScreaming all the Eway.
At the Aage of thirty-seven
She Erealized she'd never ride
EThrough Paris in a sports car
EWith the warm wind in her Bhair.
So she Elet the phone keep ringinE7g
As she Asat there softly Esinging
The Bnursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her Adaddy's easy Echair.
EThe evening sun touched gently onE7
The Aeyes of Lucy EJordan
EOn the roof top where she climbed
EWhen all the laughter grew too BloudB7.
And she Ebowed and curtsied to thE7e man
Who Areached out and offeredE her his hands
And Bhe led her down to a long white car
BThat waited, past the EcrowdE7.
At the Aage of thirty-seven
She Eknew that she'd found forever
EAs she rode along through Paris
EWith the warm wind in her Bhair...