Taylor
Jack Johnson
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[Strophe]C C/BThey say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be lateAm F C C/B Am Fcomplain, express ideas in her brainC C/BWorking on the night shift, passing out the tickets,Am F C C/B Am Fyou're gonna have to pay her if you want to park hereC C/BWell, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secretAm F C C/B Am Fworking on the streets now, never gonna keep itC C/BIt's quite an imposition and now she's only wishingAm F C C/B Amthat she would have listened to the words they saidFPoor Taylor[Refrain]C C/B Am F CShe just wanders around, unaffected byC/B Am F Cthe winter winds and she'll pretend thatC/B Am F Cshe's somewhere else, so far and clearC/B AmAbout two thousand miles from here[Strophe]C C/B Am FPeter Patrick pitter patters on the windowC C/B Am Fbut Sunny Silhouette won't let him inC C/B Am FPoor old Pete's got nothing because he's been fallingC C/B Am FSomehow Sunny knows just where he's beenC C/B Am FHe thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soulC C/B Am Fnow that Saturday is goneC C/B Am FSometimes he thinks that he's on his wayC C/B Ambut I can seeFthat his brake lights are on[Refrain]C C/B Am F CHe just wanders around, unaffected byC/B Am F Cthe winter winds and he'll pretend thatC/B Am F Che's somewhere else, so far and clearC/B AmAbout two thousand miles from here[Strophe]C C/BSuch a tough enchilada, filled up with nadaAm F C C/B Am Fgiving what she gotta give to get a dollar billC C/BUsed to be a limber chicken, time's a been a tickingAm FNow she's finger licking to the manC C/BWith the money in his pocket, flying in his rocketAm F C Dadd4add9 FOnly stopping by on his way to a better worldG C Dadd4add9 FIf Taylor finds a better worldG Cthen Taylor's gonna run away