Lies

At [G]last the kids are gone now for the [D/F#]day
She [Em]reaches for the [C]coffee as the [G]school bus pulls a[D/F#]way
An[G]other day to tend the house and[D/F#] plan
For [Em]Friday at the Leg[C]ion when she's [G]dancing with her [D/F#]man

Sure [G]was a bitter winter, but [D/F#]Friday will be fine
And [Em]maybe last year's Easter dress will [C]serve her one more time
She'd [G]pass for twenty-nine but for her [D/F#]eyes
But [Am]Winter lines are [D/F#]telling wicked [G]lies

All[Am] li[G/B]es..[C]..[D]  [C]         All those [G]lines, they're telling[Am] wicked [D/F#]lies
[Am]Lie[G/B]s...[C].  [D]All [C]lies....
Too [G]many lines there in that face
Too [A]many to erase or to disg[C]uise
They [D/F#]must be telling [G]lies        [D]                   [Am]                      [G/B]                          [C]                            [D]                              [C]

Is this the face that won for her the man
Whose amazed and clumsy fingers slipped that ring upon her hand
No need to search that wirror for the years
The menace in their message shouts across the blur of tears

So is this beauty's finish?  Like Rodin's "Belle Heaulmiere"?
The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care
Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise
But why cannot the mirror tell her lies?

She shakes off the bitter web she wove
Turns and puts the mirror gently face down by the stove
She gathers up her apron in her hand
Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can

And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine
When she'll look up in that weathered face that loves hers line for line
To see the maiden shining in his eyes
And laugh at how the mirror tells her lies

Chorus x 2

Notes:

For the chords in the chorus (Am G/B C D C), I usually play about one
strum each - do whatever sounds good.

G/B:  x20030 (or plain G works well, too)