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Mrs Rita

Richard Thompson
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Oh  kind Mrs. Rita I never  will tell
 The way  that you keep us poor girls  here in hell
 And I never  will sneak to the News  of the World
 Oh kind  Mrs. Rita, sincere  Mrs. Rita
 A friend  to a stranger, a ma  to a girl
 With the chalking and cutting and stitching and such
 We earn what we earn and it isn’t too much
 Enough to keep half a step higher than trash
 Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
 So loose with the purse strings, so free with the cash
Some  guardian angel take pity and sweep  me away
Seems  I work every hour God sends  in a day
 To line  the pockets of Rita O’Connor
 To line  the pockets of Rita O’Connor
 Oh you can’t call it stealing, more helping yourself
 If the odd pair of nylons should fall off the shelf
 And fall into somebody’s handbag let’s say
 Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
 It sort of makes up for the pitiful pay
 Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
 God keep and preserve you, we’ll love you always

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Readable chord sheet for Mrs Rita by Richard Thompson

[Fm]Oh kind Mrs. Rita I [Bbm]never will tell
The [Fm]way that you keep us poor [Bbm]girls here in hell
And I [Fm]never will sneak to the [C]News of the World
Oh [C#]kind Mrs. Rita, sin[Bbm]cere Mrs. Rita
A [C#]friend to a stranger, a [Eb]ma to a [Fm]girl [Bbm]      [Fm]          [Bbm]

With the chalking and cutting and stitching and such
We earn what we earn and it isn’t too much
Enough to keep half a step higher than trash
Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
So loose with the purse strings, so free with the cash

[E]Some guardian angel take pity and sw[Bm]eep me aw[Am]ay
[Dm]Seems I work every hour God s[Am]ends in a da[Gm]y
To [Bbm]line the pockets of Rita O’Connor
To [F#]line the pockets of Rita O’Connor

Oh you can’t call it stealing, more helping yourself
If the odd pair of nylons should fall off the shelf
And fall into somebody’s handbag let’s say
Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
It sort of makes up for the pitiful pay

Oh kind Mrs. Rita, sincere Mrs. Rita
God keep and preserve you, we’ll love you always

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