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from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany

e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com

lyrics and chords of: The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan by Marianne Faithful



I got some problems with the lyrics, so

Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!

date: 95/10/15





E                                 E7

The morning sun touched gently on

     A             E

the eyes of Lucy Jordan



in a white suburban bedroom

       B                    B7

in a white suburban town.

        E                          E7

As she lay there 'neath the covers

         A               E

dreaming of a thousand lovers

           B                      B7

till the world turned to orange

                             E     E7

and the room went spinning round.



        A

At the age of thirty-seven 

       E

she realized she'd never ride



through Paris in a sports car

                           B

with the worm wind in her hair.



        E                          E7

So she let the phone keep ringing

        A                  E

as she sat there softly singing

       B

the nursery rhymes she'd memorize

         A            E

in her daddy's easy chair.



                            E7

Her husband is off to work

         A                E

and the kids are off to school



and there were oh so many ways 

     B                   B7

for her to spend a day.



            E                        E7

She could clean the house for hours

   A                 E

or re-arrange the flowers

    B

or make it through the shady stream

                   E

screaming all the way.



        A

At the age of thirty-seven 

       E

she realized she'd never ride



through Paris in a sports car

                           B

with the worm wind in her hair.



        E                          E7

So she let the phone keep ringing

        A                  E

as she sat there softly singing

       B

the nursery rhymes she'd memorize

         A            E

in her daddy's easy chair.



                                  E7

The evening sun touched gently on 

     A             E

the eyes of Lucy Jordan



on the roof top where she climbed

                                B     B7

when all the laughter grew too loud.



          E                           E7

And she bowed and cursed to the man (?)

       A                    E

who reached out ... off to her his hands (?)

     B

and led her down to a long white car (?)

                        E    E7

that waited, past the crowd.



        A

At the age of thirty-seven

     E

she knew that she'd found heaven



as she rode along through Paris

                           B

with the worm wind in her hair.

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