Mrs T

[A]   Sometimes I think of Mrs T  [D]

[A]She was always such a sweet la[D]dy

I went [G]down, [D]down to to Montreal  [A]           [D]

To trace her younger days
A half-smoked cigarette and a broken phrase
I went down, down to St Laurent

[A]et c'est la que j'ai [G]vu

le [D]ciel et la terre tout pres de [A]moi

et c'est la que j'ai [G]vu

[D]tout au meme [A]temps

Sometimes I think about Rita
She'll hunt down words just to feed you
I wrote it down, and it became a song

(Chorus)

Now I think about David
And what he was like as a little kid
I walked down and introduce myself

He must have shaken lots of hands
Learned the language of many a man
I walked down and introduce myself

(chorus)

note: the french very roughly/google translates to "and that's where I saw the sky
and land right near me and that's what I saw at the same time"