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From: dck4@cornell.edu (Dennis C. Ko)

My Finest Hour
by The SUNDAYS
transcription by Dennis Ko (dck4@cornell.edu)
This is a basically wrong, but it?s good enough to sing to so I thought I?d
post it anyway.  I got the lyrics from somewhere on the net, but I can?t
remember where.  Any corrections and improvements are appreciated--even
just the real chord names would be nice.

Chords used
E       x79900         F# x9111100         C# x46600       B  x24400
D 101212000      A  x066500          E2 x77990       B2 799800

Intro: E F# E F# E

E                  C#       B
when the world, it shows me up
   E             C#      B
my clothes, they show me up
  B               E
I never knew this before
          C#        B
my finest hour that I've ever known
E             C#           B          D
was finding a pound on the Underground

(same as first verse)
when my words came stumbling out
and then I went tumbling out
[I never believed/I've never been here] before
and the finest hour that I've ever known
was finding a pound on the Underground

    E      A      E2                  B2
and I keep hoping you are the same as me
    E             A           E2                     B2
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
   E          A    E2                 B2
we are who we are, what do the others know
    E         A              E2                 B2
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
D
home

when the words came stumbling out of my mouth
and I went tumbling out [here, no no, no no]

but I keep hoping you are the same as me
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
we are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
oh, I'm going home

but I'll keep hoping you are the only one
yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun
oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say
but poetry is not for me, and much as I'd like to stay
oh, I just want to go home

you're, you're, you're too young
[should've been], you, you're, you're too young
[it should've been], you too, you're too, you're too young
[it should've been], you, you, you're too young
[you should've been, safer, saner]
[bribed the judge and then] sat down
ooh, you're, you're, you're too young