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Song : Donald And Lydia (Mod.not to slow 3/4 timing)
CSmall town bright lights SaFturday nCight,
Pin balls and pool halls flD7ashing their ligG7hts
Making chCange behind a counter in a pFenny arcadCe,
Sat the fat girl daughter of G7Virginia and RaCy (spoken) Lydia
Lydia hid her thoughtsF like a caCt, behind her small eyes sunk deD7ep in her fG7at
She read roCmance magazines Fup in her rCoom
And felt just like Sunday on SaG7turday afternooCn
Chorus
G7But drFeaming just comes natuCral like the fG7irst breath from a bCaby
C7Like sunsFhine feeding daCisies, Like the lG7ove hidden deep in your heCart
BCunkbeds shaved heads SatFurday nCight
A ware house of strangers with sD7ixty watt ligG7hts
StCaring though the ceiling just waFnting to Cbe, lay a one of to many a G7young PCFC (spoken) Donald
TChere were spaces between Donald and what eFver he sCaid
Strangers had forced him to lD7ive in his hG7ead
He enCvisioned the details of roFmantic scCenes after midnight in the stillness of
the baG7rrack's latCrine
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Hot love, cold love, no love at all, a portrait of guilt is hung on the wall C F C D7 G7
CNothing is wrong, nFothing is riCght, Donald and Lydia mG7ade love that nCight (spoken) Love
They maG7de loCve in the mountains , they made loFve in the streamCs
They made love in the valleys , they made lD7ove in their dreG7ams
But whCen they were fininshed , there was noFthing to say
C'Cause mostly they made love from tG7en miles aCway C7
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