Twelve Thirty:The Mamas And Papas.
#20 in 1967.
(Capo 1st fret.)
#1.
A5 D5 G5 G5 C5 G5
I used to live in New York City.
A5 D5 G5 G5 C5 G5
Everything there was dark and dirty.
A5 F5 G5 G5 Eb5 G5
Outside my window was a steeple,
A5 F5 G5 G5 G5 G5
with a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
CHORUS:
C5 G5
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F5 F5 G5 G5
and in the mornings I can see them walking.
C5 G5
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F5 F5 C5
and I can't keep myself from talking.
#2.
A5 D5 G5 G5 C5 G5
At first, so strange, to feel so friendly.
A5 D5 G5 G5 C5 G5
To say good morning and really mean it.
A5 F5 G5 F5 Eb5 G5
To feel these changes happening in me,
A5 F5 G5 G5 G5 G5
but not to notice till I feel it.
CHORUS:
C5 G5
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F5 F5 G5 G5
and in the mornings I can see them walking.
C5 G5
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F5 F5 C5
and I can't keep myself from talking.
#3.
A5 D5 G5 G5 C5 G5
Cloudy waters cast no reflection.
A5 D5 G5 G5 C5 G5
Images of beauty lie there stagnant.
A5 F5 G5 F5 Eb5 G5
Vibrations bounce in no direction,
A5 F5 G5 G5 G5 G5
and lie there shattered into fragments.
CHORUS:
C5 G5
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F5 F5 G5 G5
and in the mornings I can see them walking.
C5 G5
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F5 F5 C5
and I can't keep myself from talking.(FAde.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
