• Song:

    Donald And Lydia

  • Artist:

    John Prine

  • Album:

    The John Prine Antholog...

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	              Donald and Lydia - John Prine
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Tabbed by: Dave. S
Email: Dlgibson@netscape.com

Tuning: Standard

Artist: John Prine
Album: Prime Prine
Year: 1976


C (x32010@1)                        F (133211@1)      CSmall (x32010@1)town, bright lights, Saturday night,
                        D (xx0232@1)            GPinballs (320003@1)and pool halls flashing their lights.
       C (x32010@1)                            F (133211@1)   CMaking (x32010@1)change behind the counter in a penny arcade
                             G (320003@1)          CSat (x32010@1)the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray

 
C (x32010@1)           F (133211@1)             CLydia (x32010@1)hid her thoughts like a cat
                           D (xx0232@1)         GBehind (320003@1)her small eyes sunk deep in her fat.
         C (x32010@1)               F (133211@1)       C (x32010@1)         
She read romance magazines up in her room
                             G (320003@1)      CAnd (x32010@1)felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon.



Chorus:
    F (133211@1)                 CBut (x32010@1)dreaming just comes natural
         G (320003@1)                 CLike (x32010@1)the first breath from a baby,
     F (133211@1)              CLike (x32010@1)sunshine feeding daisies,
         G (320003@1)                      CLike (x32010@1)the love hidden deep in your heart.



C (x32010@1)                      F (133211@1)      CBunk (x32010@1)beds, shaved heads, Saturday night,
                              D (xx0232@1)        Ga (320003@1)warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights.
C (x32010@1)                               F (133211@1)        CStaring (x32010@1)through the ceiling, just wanting to be
                       G (320003@1)     CLay (x32010@1)one of too many, a young PFC.


C (x32010@1)                                  F (133211@1)         CThere (x32010@1)were spaces between Donald and whatever he said.
                            D (xx0232@1)         GStrangers (320003@1)had forced him to live in his head.
     C (x32010@1)                     F (133211@1)      CHe (x32010@1)envisioned the details of romantic scenes
                                       G (320003@1)      CAfter (x32010@1)midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine.



(Repeat Chorus)



C (x32010@1)                  F (133211@1)        C (x32010@1) 
Hot love, cold love, no love at all.
                       D (xx0232@1)         GA (320003@1)portrait of guilt is hung on the wall.
C (x32010@1)               F (133211@1)        CNothing (x32010@1)is wrong, nothing is right.
                 G (320003@1)            CDonald (x32010@1)and Lydia made love that night.


          C (x32010@1)                              F (133211@1)         CThey (x32010@1)made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams,
                                         D (xx0232@1)           GThey (320003@1)made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams.
    C (x32010@1)                               F (133211@1)        CBut (x32010@1)when they were finished there was nothing to say,
                                 G (320003@1)       CCause (x32010@1)mostly they made love from ten miles away.



(Repeat Chorus)

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