Midnight Through Morning
David BlueVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
The room it was lit up me too I couldnt sit up
Engaged was my time in studying the wall
And all the poets kept getting louder
Even though they weren't needed any longer
The strapless high heeled street walker
Believes every day that she goes younger
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And falls with her hair as it comes down
The poets would keep on all night with thier come ons
One would say somethong another'd say more
Looking for contracts but finding the soap
Well I know she'd take them all as a joke
Ah but she'd take them all no doubt
And they never knowing what it was about
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And falls with her hair as it comes down
With burning candle and the store window
Hard to believe there could be more
All the poets complained of the cold
But they only did what they were told
Searching so hard for a satisfied mind
While she walked by with a satisfied soul
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And falls with her hair as it comes down
A radio played on to almost no one
Attention was payed only to dawn
As she stopped and bent to touch her nylons
And felt in the air for a post to lean on
No one could ever know her outside
In the take of an instant she had passed by
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And falls with her hair as it comes down
Symbols and motives were again promoted
Hard to believe there could be more
As she moved on and then faded out
To the songs of the poet still keeping it up
The sidewalks cleared themselves for a new touch
And it all disappeared into the face of the clock
From David Blue "David Blue LP"
Elektra Records 1966
Faithful Virtue Music Co
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Readable chord sheet for Midnight Through Morning by David Blue
[F]The room it was lit up me too I couldnt sit up Engaged was my time in studying the wall [C]And all the poets kept getting louder Even though they weren't needed any longer The strapless high heeled street walker Believes every day that she goes y[C7]ounger [F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover [F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own [F]The poets would keep on all night with thier come ons [F]One would say somethong another'd say more [C]Looking for contracts but finding the soap Well I know she'd take them all as a joke [C]Ah but she'd take them all no doubt [C]And they never knowing what it was about [F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover [F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own [F]With burning candle and the store window Hard to believe there could be more [C]All the poets complained of the cold [C]But they only did what they were told [C]Searching so hard for a satisfied mind [C]While she walked by with a satisfied [C7]soul [F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover [F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own [F]A radio played on to almost no one [F]Attention was payed only to dawn [C]As she stopped and bent to touch her nylons And felt in the air for a post to lean on No one could ever know her outside In the take of an instant she had passed [C7]by [F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover [F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own [F]Symbols and motives were again promoted [F]Hard to believe there could be more [C]As she moved on and then faded out To the songs of the poet still keeping it up The sidewalks cleared themselves for a new touch And it all disappeared into the face of the [C7]clock [F] [Eb] [F] [Eb] [F] [C] [Bb] [F] From David Blue "David Blue LP" Elektra Records 1966 Faithful Virtue Music Co