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Santa Monica Pier

Christine Lavin
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 I've got beach  glass and tokens in my pocket, sizing  up each other's worth
Neither  one'll do me any good here,  I throw them into the surf
 The palm  trees all look a little like Tina Turner looks  from behind
 The boys  on the skateboards have strategically tussled hair,  the Bon Jovi kind
 I am a stranger  here, strolling down the Santa  Monica Pier
 Picnic baskets and fishing  gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs
 Oh there's a fine warm Western  breeze stirring up the Tina  Turner trees
 I have dreamed  of days like these all of my life
 Roller skaters with their headphones on, they sway to the private beat
 I drop into the Crown & Anchor, time to eat, time to eat
 No matter what it is I order, I know there's an avocado hidden on this plate
 I don't like them, but I still eat them, I'm not tempting fate
 I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
 Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs, souvenirs
 Oh there's a fine warm Western breeze stirring up the Tina Turner trees
 I have dreamed of days like these all of my life
 Back home, I hear the stock market's booming,  booming
 The bears  and the bulls say they're taking it all in stride
 Out here, they're hot air ballooning
 Yeah, they go zooming  up into the sky...
 Yeah, I'm a stranger here; the Santa Monica Pier
 Fishing gear; souvenirs, get your souvenirs here
 Oh, feel that breeze; oh, shake, you trees (shake it up)
 Days like these
 Look at that beautiful Mexican boy holding tight to his papa's hand
 "Mira, mira!" he cries as he points to the papaya juice stand
 Look at that old lady dozing off, I wonder what she's dreaming of
 What could be better than this, except for maybe being in love?
 I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
 Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones, souvenirs get your souvenirs
 Oh, now, feel that breeze; c'mon and shake, you trees (shake it up)
 I have dreamed of days like these all of my life
 Yeah, I have dreamed  of days like these
 Oh, I have dreamed...

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Readable chord sheet for Santa Monica Pier by Christine Lavin

[D]    [D]
I've got [D]beach glass and tokens in my pocket, [A]sizing up each other's worth
[G]Neither one'll do me any good here,[D] I throw them into the surf
The [D]palm trees all look a little like Tina Turner [G]looks from behind
The [A]boys on the skateboards have strategically tussled h[D]air, the Bon Jovi kind

I am a [G]stranger here, strolling down the [D]Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and [A]fishing gear, ice cream cones and [D]souvenirs
Oh there's a fine warm [G]Western breeze stirring up the [D]Tina Turner trees
I have [A]dreamed of days like these all of my [D]life  [D]

Roller skaters with their headphones on, they sway to the private beat
I drop into the Crown & Anchor, time to eat, time to eat
No matter what it is I order, I know there's an avocado hidden on this plate
I don't like them, but I still eat them, I'm not tempting fate

I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs, souvenirs
Oh there's a fine warm Western breeze stirring up the Tina Turner trees
I have dreamed of days like these all of my life

[C]  Back home, I hear the stock market's [D]booming, booming
The [C]bears and the bulls say they're taking it all in [D]stride
[C]  Out here, they're hot air bal[D]looning
Yeah, they go [G]zooming up into the [A]sky... [D]        [A]               [G]                      [D]

Yeah, I'm a stranger here; the Santa Monica Pier
Fishing gear; souvenirs, get your souvenirs here
Oh, feel that breeze; oh, shake, you trees (shake it up)
Days like these

Look at that beautiful Mexican boy holding tight to his papa's hand
"Mira, mira!" he cries as he points to the papaya juice stand
Look at that old lady dozing off, I wonder what she's dreaming of
What could be better than this, except for maybe being in love?

I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier
Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones, souvenirs get your souvenirs
Oh, now, feel that breeze; c'mon and shake, you trees (shake it up)
I have dreamed of days like these all of my life
Yeah, I have [A]dreamed of days like thes[D]e
Oh, I have [A]dreamed..[D].   [D]       [D]

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