• Song:

    Donald And Lydia

  • Artist:

    John Prine

  • Album:

    The John Prine Antholog...

C                          F       C 
Small town bright lights Saturday night, 
                           D7              G7 
Pin balls and pool halls flashing their lights 
         C                           F         C 
Making change behind a counter in a penny arcade,  
                             G7             C 
Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray (spoken) Lydia 
                      F         C                               D7         G7  
Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat, behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat 
           C               F          C 
She read romance magazines up in her room  
                               G7             C 
And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon 
 
(Chorus) 
G7    F                     C             G7                  C     
But dreaming just comes natural like the first breath from a baby 
C7       F              C                G7                        C   
Like sunshine feeding daisies, Like the love hidden deep in your heart 
 
 
 C                       F      C 
Bunkbeds shaved heads Saturday night 
                                D7           G7 
A ware house of strangers with sixty watt lights 
  C                               F        C                          G7     C   
Staring though the ceiling just wanting to be, lay a one of to many a young PFC (spoken) Donald 
 C                                         F       C 
There were spaces between Donald and what ever he said 
                             D7          G7 
Strangers had forced him to live in his head 
     C                         F        C      
He envisioned the details of romantic scenes after midnight in the stillness of  
      G7         C 
the barrack's latrine 

(repeat chorus) 
                                                                                 

C                     F         C                           D7           G7    
Hot love, cold love, no love at all, a portrait of guilt is hung on the wall 
C                  F           C                      G7             C        
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right, Donald and Lydia made love that night (spoken) Love 
       G7   C                                 F               C 
They made love in the mountains , they made love in the streams 
                                           D7              G7 
They made love in the valleys , they made love in their dreams 
      C                                    F   
But when they were fininshed , there was nothing to say 
C                                  G7        C     C7 
'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away 

(repeat chorus)
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