E E7 The morning sun touched gently onA E the eyes of Lucy Jordan in a white suburban bedroomB B7 in a white suburban town.E E7 As she lay there 'neath the coversA E dreaming of a thousand loversB B7 till the world turned to orangeE E7 and the room went spinning round.A At the age of thirty-sevenE she realized she'd never ride through Paris in a sports carB with the worm wind in her hair.E E7 So she let the phone keep ringingA E as she sat there softly singingB the nursery rhymes she'd memorizeA E in her daddy's easy chair.E7 Her husband is off to workA E and the kids are off to school and there were oh so many waysB B7 for her to spend a day.E E7 She could clean the house for hoursA E or re-arrange the flowersB or make it through the shady streamE screaming all the way.A At the age of thirty-sevenE she realized she'd never ride through Paris in a sports carB with the worm wind in her hair.E E7 So she let the phone keep ringingA E as she sat there softly singingB the nursery rhymes she'd memorizeA E in her daddy's easy chair.E7 The evening sun touched gently onA E the eyes of Lucy Jordan on the roof top where she climbedB B7 when all the laughter grew too loud.E E7 And she bowed and cursed to the manA E who reached out ... off to her his handsB and led her down to a long white carE E7 that waited, past the crowd.A At the age of thirty-sevenE she knew that she'd found heaven as she rode along through ParisB with the worm wind in her hair.
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
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