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C/GThere was a pretty giEmrl
from someAm small suburb oCf DFmaj7allas
and sheC/G came up to New YEmork with a dreaAmm C Fmaj7
In tC/Ghe confusion and theEm noise
all of her Ambeauty and heCr poFmaj7ise
turned grC/Gey like snow beEmside the city streeCt
sheC/G met a boy named StEmeven
they made loAmve in his aCpartmFmaj7ent
in a secC/Gond story waEmlk up out in Queens Am C Fmaj7
andC the things she hoped to fEmind
beneath himAm on that August nFmaj7ight
was the faCrthest thing from hEmer
as she dressed to leavAme C Fmaj7
so she hFmaj7ides hG6er Ceyes
says a Fmaj7slow gG6oodCbye
swears by the Fmaj7morn-iG6ng liCght, shEme'll be fFmaj7ine
at a wedCding in ConneEmcticut
the mothAmer of the briFmaj7de
day dreaCms about her Emhusband who's just pastAm C Fmaj7
as she sCtands to give her toEmast
she says the Amonly thing i kFmaj7now
is when you Cfind a love thats worEmth it
make it lastC C
so sChe chokes back the teaEmrs
and speaks of Amall her daughters yFmaj7ears
thirty chCristmas' of mEmemories that she keepAms C Fmaj7
and the sCpeech was sad and swEmeet
she kiAmsses guests as tFmaj7hey all leave
then hCeads off to her hEmotel room to weepC
so she Fmaj7bides G6her tCime
and says a Fmaj7slow gG6oodbCye
swears by theFmaj7 morn-iG6ng lCight, sheEm'll be fiCne
yeah she Fmaj7hides G6her Ceyes
though its Fmaj7hard sG6ome nighCts
she'll take her Fmaj7own sG6weet tiCme, sEmhe'll be Fmaj7fine
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A wC/Gelder who spent twenEmty years
working Amin an auto plFmaj7ant
gets C/Glaid off on a thuEmrsday afternoonAm C Fmaj7
and he C/Ggrips the fourty-fivEme
that rests in the Amglove box when he drFmaj7ives
then putC/Gs the gun aEmway and wonders whaAmt to doC Fmaj7
so C/Ghe parks in his drivEmeway
and hAmead against the stFmaj7eering wheel
and triC/Ges to think wEmhat to tell his wifeAm C Fmaj7
and in the C/Gkitchen, he explaEmins
and sAmwears they'll Fmaj7be okay
she says, yC/Gou're the only thiEmng i need in this lifeAm C C
so he Fmaj7bides G6his Ctime
and says a Fmaj7slow gG6oodCbye
swears by the Fmaj7morn-iG6ng lCight, Emhe'll be Fmaj7fine
yes he Fmaj7hides G6his eCyes
though its Fmaj7hard sG6ome nCights
he'll take hisFmaj7 own swG6eet tiCme, and Emhe'll be Fmaj7fine
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