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From: krueger@mkd8.df.op.dlr.de
Subject: ballad_of_lucy_jordan.pro of Dr_Hook
Date: Mon, 13 Nov 95 9:53:46 MET

# From: Wolf Krueger

{t: BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN}
{st: Dr. Hook and the Medicin Show (1975)}

# {columns: 2}

1) The [E]morning sun touched lightly on
   the [A]eyes of Lucy [E]Jordan
   in a white suburban bedroom
   in a [B]white suburban town

   As she [E]lay there 'neith the colors
   dreaming [A]of a thousand [E]lovers
   'till the [B]world turned to orange
   and the room went spinning [E]round

{c: Chorus:}
{soc}
   At the [A]age of thirty seven
   she [E]realized - she'd never ride -
   through Paris - in a sportscar -
   with the warm wind in her [B]hair ___[A]__[B]

   And she [E]let the phone keep ringing
   as she [A]sat there softly [E]singing
   pretty [B]nursery rhymes she'd memorized
   in her [A]daddy's easy [E]chair
{eoc}

2) Her husband, he was off to work
   and her kids were off to school
   and there were oh so many ways
   for her to spend the day

   She could clean the house for hours
   or rearrange the flowers
   or run naked down the shady street
   screaming all the way...

{c: CHORUS}

3) The evening sun touched gently on
   the eyes of Lucy Jordan
   on the rooftop where she climbed
   when all the laughter grew too loud

   And she bowed in courtesy to the man
   who reached and offered her his hand
   and led her down to the long white car
   that waited past the crowd

{c: Chorus:}

   At the age of thirty seven
   she knew - she'd found forever
   as they rode along through Paris
   with the warm wind in her hair

   ...with the wind in her hair...

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 "So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations
  to the point where they are already met?" -- Hobbes
 "Right. We should take pride in our mediocrity!" -- Calvin

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