young girl blues donovan leitch
tabbed by : matthew choat moc0007@gmail . com
tuned half a step down :
D# – G# – C# – F# – A# – D#
Am Dm Am
it’s saturday night , it feels like a sunday in some ways
if you had any sense , you’d maybe go away for a few days
be that as it may , you can only say you are lonely
you are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
Dm C A# E7 Am
cafe on , milk gone , such a sad light and fading .
Dm C A# E7 Am
yourself you touch , but not too much . you hear it’s degrading .
Am Dm Am
the flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
the book you are reading is mans opinion of moonlight
your skin is so white , you’d like maybe to go to bed soon
just closing your eyes if you’re to rise up before noon
Dm C A# E7 Am
high heels , car wheels , all the losers are groovin’
Dm C A# E7 Am
your dream , strange scene , images are movin’
Am Dm Am
your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
you know that scene backwards , they can’t see the patterns they’re weaving
your friends they’re all models but you soon got over that one
you sit in your one room a little brought down in london
Dm C A# E7 Am
cafe on , milk gone , such a sad light and fading .
Dm C A# E7 Am
yourself you touch , but not too much . you hear it’s degrading .
Am Dm Am
it’s saturday night , it feels like a sunday in some ways
if you had any sense , you’d maybe go away for a few days
be that as it may , you can only say you are lonely
you are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
thank you! please rate!
young girl blues donovan leitch
tabbed by : matthew choat moc0007@gmail . com
tuned half a step down :
D# – G# – C# – F# – A# – D#
Am Dm Am
it’s saturday night , it feels like a sunday in some ways
if you had any sense , you’d maybe go away for a few days
be that as it may , you can only say you are lonely
you are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
Dm C A# E7 Am
cafe on , milk gone , such a sad light and fading .
Dm C A# E7 Am
yourself you touch , but not too much . you hear it’s degrading .
Am Dm Am
the flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
the book you are reading is mans opinion of moonlight
your skin is so white , you’d like maybe to go to bed soon
just closing your eyes if you’re to rise up before noon
Dm C A# E7 Am
high heels , car wheels , all the losers are groovin’
Dm C A# E7 Am
your dream , strange scene , images are movin’
Am Dm Am
your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
you know that scene backwards , they can’t see the patterns they’re weaving
your friends they’re all models but you soon got over that one
you sit in your one room a little brought down in london
Dm C A# E7 Am
cafe on , milk gone , such a sad light and fading .
Dm C A# E7 Am
yourself you touch , but not too much . you hear it’s degrading .
Am Dm Am
it’s saturday night , it feels like a sunday in some ways
if you had any sense , you’d maybe go away for a few days
be that as it may , you can only say you are lonely
you are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
thank you! please rate!
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