The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

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The [D]morning sun touched lightly on the [G]eyes of Lucy [D]Jordan
In her white suburban bedroom, in a [A]white suburban town[A]  [Asus4]        [A]
As she [D]lay there beneath the covers, dreaming [G]of a thousand [D]lovers
Till the [A]world turned to [A7]orange and the [A]room went [A7]spinning [D]round

At the [G]age of 37, she [D]realized she'd never ride through Paris
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her [A]hair[Asus4]      [A]
And she [D]let the phone keep ringing as she [G]sat there softly [D]singing
Pretty [A]nursery rhymes she'd [A7]memorized in her [A]daddy's [A7]easy [D]chair

Her [D]husband, he was off to work, and the [G]kids were off to [D]school
And there were oh so many ways for [A]her to spend her [A7]day
She could [D]clean the house for hours, or [G]rearrange the [D]flowers
Or run [A]naked down the [A7]shady street [A]screaming [A7]all the [D]way

At the [G]age of 37, she [D]realized she'd never ride through Paris
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her [A]hair[Asus4]      [A]
And she [D]let that phone keep ringing as she [G]sat there softly [D]singing
Pretty [A]nursery rhymes she'd [A7]memorized in her [A]daddy's [A7]easy [D]chair[D]  [Dsus4]        [D]

The [D]evening sun touched gently on the [G]eyes of Lucy [D]Jordan
On the rooftop where she'd climbed when all the laughter grew too [A]loud [Asus4]       [A]
And she [D]bowed and curtseyed to the man, who [G]reached and offered her his [D]hand
And [A]led her down to the [A7]long white car that [A]waited [A7]past the [D]crowd

At the [G]age of 37, she [D]knew she'd found forever as they rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her [A]hair[Asus4]      [A]
Ooooohhh yes with the [G]wind in her [D]hair oooooohhhh.....[D]. [Dsus4]       [D]