F                   Gm      
In my neighbourhood, where folks don't live so good now
F                   Gm
The rooms are small, most of building's made of wood
F                              Gm           Eb
I hear the neighbours talking about you and me
          Ab               Gm 
Yes, I've heard most every word
          Bb                      Cm                   F  Gm  F  Gm
Cause the talking's loud, and the walls are much too thin

 F                Gm        Am              F            Bb
"She don't really love him" Oh, that's what I heard them say
 Gm                       Bbm       F  Gm  
"She sure wasn't thinking of him today"
 F                Gm          Am        F              Bb
"I saw her in the courtyard", said that girl in room 1-49
 Gm                     Bbm                  F                Gm  
"Talking to a boy I've never seen before and standing there together
                            C
Don't you know they looked so fine"

    F                         Em A7  Dm             F          Bb
No, I don't want to hear it anymore,  I don't want to hear it anymore
          F               Dm          Bb
Cause the talk just never ends and the heartache soon begins
    F          Dm           Bb                      F   Gm 
The talk is so loud and the walls- they're much too thin

"Lord, ain't it sad", said the woman across the hall
"That a nice boy like that falls in love
Hey, it's just too bad that he had to go and fall
For a girl who doesn't care for him at all"

No, I don't want to hear it anymore...

      F                  Gm                 F                        Gm...
Oh, I wish they wouldn't talk so loud and expose my heartache to the crowd
These walls around me are so thin, sometimes I think they're moving in
Yeah...





by: Jos? Duarte