Mrs. Murphy
 
G7 (320001@1)       
Hello Mrs Murphy,
                             Bb (x1333x@1)           G7That's (320001@1)a lovely dress you're wearing, is it new?
Why, thank you Mr Wilson 
                           Bb (x1333x@1)          G7 (320001@1)But I've had that same old dress about a year or two 

D# (x43121@3)		D#maj7 (x43111@3)             FUpstairs (133211@1)in bed, the tall boy stretched just like a cat
        D# (x43121@3)			      D#maj7 (x43111@3)      F (133211@1)           G7Put (320001@1)his hands behind his head and lay there thinking of a dream that he had 

I hear that the Johnsons had a baby, Mrs Murphy 
Is that true 
Why yes, but it's rumoured that the little tot's real daddy 
Lives in twenty-two

In twenty-two, the boy lay whistling out of tune fighting on the seas 
Dreaming of a thousand things he'd like to be 

Poor Mr Johnson 
Being married to a wife who should be caged 
It's the child who will suffer 
And to think that young man is less than half her age 

Upstairs he sits, he hears a knock, and nothing more 
Come on in, you're late Well, don't just stand there Mrs. Johnson close the door 






by: Jos? Duarte
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