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Our House

Crowded House
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 1.  Father wears his Sunday best,
  mother's  tired she needs a rest, the kids are  playing up downstairs.
   Sister's sighing in her sleep,
  brother's  got a date to keep, he can't hang  around.
 Our  house,  in the middle  of our street,
  our house,  in the middle  of our
 .
 2.  Our house it has a crowd,
  there's  always something happening, and it's usually quite  loud.
   Our Mum she's so house-proud,
  nothing  ever slows her down, and a mess is not  allowed.
 Our  house,  in the middle  of our street,
  our  house,  in the middle  of our….
 Our house,  in the middle  of our street,
  our  house,  in the middle  of our…
 3.  Father gets up late for work,
  mother  has to iron his shirt, then  she sends the kids to school.
 Sees them off with a small kiss,
  she's  the one they're going to miss, in lots of ways.
 Our  house,  in the middle  of our street,
  our  house,  in the  middle of our….
 4. I  remember way back then when everything was true and when
  we  would have such a very good time, such a  fine time, such a happy time.
  And I remember  how we'd play simply waste the day away,
  then  we'd say nothing would come  between us, two dreamers.
 5.  Father wears his Sunday best,
  mother's  tired she needs a rest, the kids are playing  up downstairs.
 Sister's sighing in her sleep,
   brother's got a date to keep, he can't hang around.
 Our house,  in the middle  of our street,
  our house,  in the middle  of our
  street,  our  house,  in the middle  of our street,
  our house,  in the middle  of our…
 Our  house,  was our castle  and our keep,
  our house,  in the middle  of our
  street,  our house,  that was where  we used to sleep,
  our  house,  in the middle  of our street……

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Readable chord sheet for Our House by Crowded House

[C]

1.  [C]   Father wears his Sunday b[Bb]est,
    m[Dm]other's tired she needs a rest, the kids a[Fm]re playing up downstairs.
 [C]   Sister's sighing in her sl[Bb]eep,
    b[Dm]rother's got a date to keep, he can't [Fm]hang around.

[D]   Our[A] house,  [Em]      in the [G]middle of our str[D]eet,
    our h[A]ouse,   [Em]    in the [G]middle of our
.

2. [C]   Our house it has a [Bb]crowd,
    the[Dm]re's always something happening, and it's usually quite[Fm] loud.
 [C]   Our Mum she's so house-[Bb]proud,
     [Dm]nothing ever slows her down, and a mess is n[Fm]ot allowed.

[D]   Our[A] house,  [Em]      in the [G]middle of our str[D]eet,
    our[A] house, [Em]      in the m[G]iddle of our….
[B]    Our h[F#]ouse,  [C#m]     in the m[E]iddle of our s[B]treet,
    our[F#] house, [C#m]         in the [E]middle of our…

3.[C]    Father gets up late for [Bb]work,
    m[Dm]other has to iron his shirt, [Fm]then she sends the kids to school.
[C]    Sees them off with a small k[Bb]iss,
    [Dm]she's the one they're going to miss,  in lots of [Fm]ways.

[D]   Ou[A]r house, [Em]       in the [G]middle of our [D]street,
    ou[A]r house,[Em]       in the[G] middle of our….

4. I[C] remember way back then when everything was true and when
    [Bb]we would have such a very good time, such a[Dm] fine time, such a happy [Fm]time.
     And I [C]remember how we'd play simply waste the day away,
    th[Bb]en we'd say nothing would co[Dm]me between us, two [Fm]dreamers.

5.  [C]   Father wears his Sunday b[Bb]est,
    [Dm]mother's tired she needs a rest, the kids are [Fm]playing up downstairs.
[C]    Sister's sighing in her sl[Bb]eep,
  [Dm]  brother's got a date to keep, he can't hang arou[Fm]nd.

[D]   Our [A]house,   [Em]     in the mi[G]ddle of our s[D]treet,
    our [A]house,  [Em]     in the m[G]iddle of our
    stree[B]t, our[F#] house,[C#m]        in the [E]middle of our str[B]eet,
    our [F#]house,  [C#m]       in the m[E]iddle of our…

[C]    Ou[G]r house, [Dm]       was our ca[F]stle and our k[C]eep,
    our h[G]ouse,   [Dm]     in the mi[F]ddle of our
    stre[D]et, our [A]house,   [Em]      that was w[G]here we used to s[D]leep,
    our[A] house, [Em]       in the m[G]iddle of our s[B]treet……

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