Taylor

[Intro]
C7 F7 C7 F7
C7 F7 C
Fmaj7

[Verse 1]
         C
They say Taylor was a good girl,
Em/B
never one to be late
Am                F        G      C
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Em/B Am F G C
            Working on the night shift,
Em/B
passing out the tickets
       Am                      F                G    C
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
Em/B Am F
G     C                        Em/B
 Well mommy's little dancer is quite a little secret
Am
Working on the streets now,
F               G  C
never gonna keep it
Em/B Am F
G     C                       Em/B
 It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin'
    Am                        F            G        C
That  she would have listened to the words they said
Em/B Am F        G
         Poor Taylor

[Chorus]
C         G
 She just wanders around,
Am    F
  unaffected by,
C G                  Am
  The winter winds here,
F
and she'll pretend that
C           G
 Well, she's somewhere else,
Am  F
  so far and clear
C     G                Am           C
 About two thousand miles, from here

[Bridge]
Em/B Am F G C
Em/B Am

[Verse 2]
F
G     C               Em/B                   Am
 Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window,
F
G    C               Em/B             Am
 The sunny silhouette    won't let him  in
F
G        C               Em/B                     Am
 And poor old Pete's got nothing 'cause he's been falling
F        G   C           Em/B           Am
 And somehow sunny knows just where he's  been
F         G         C                     Em/B       Am
 He thinks that singin' on Sunday's gonna save his soul
F G C        Em/B      Am
    Now that Saturday's  gone
F
G    C                  Em/B            Am
 And sometimes he thinks    that he's on  his way,
F     G      C
 But I can see,
Em/B Am         F               G  C
       that his brake lights are on

[Chorus]
        G              Am    F
He just wanders around,  unaffected by,
C G                  Am
  The winter winds here,
F
and he'll pretend that
C          G
 Well, he's somewhere else,
Am  F
  so far and clear
C     G                Am           C
 About two thousand miles, from here

[Bridge]
Em/B Am F G C
Em/B Am

[Verse 3]
F G           C
  Such a tough enchilada,
    Em/B
filled  up with nada
      Am                   F            G       C
Givin'  what you gotta give to get a dollar bill
Em/B Am F    G     C
         Used to be a limber chicken,
   Em/B
times  have been a ticking
   Am                     F         G
Now  she's finger lickin' to the man
         C
With the money in his pocket,
   Em/B
flying in his rocket
      Am                    F           G        C Dsus4
And only stopping by on his way to a better world
Fadd9 G                             C Dsus4
      If Taylor finds a better world
Fadd9 G
      Then Taylor's gonna run away

[Outro]
C7 F7 C7 F7
C7 F7 C Fmaj7