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SOL RE/FA#
At last the kids are gone now for the day
MIm DO SOL RE/FA#
She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away
SOL RE/FA#
Another day to tend the house and plan
MIm DO SOL RE/FA#
For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man
SOL RE/FA#
Sure was a bitter winter, but Friday will be fine
MIm DO
And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her one more time
SOL RE/FA#
She'd pass for twenty-nine but for her eyes
LAm RE/FA# SOL
But Winter lines are telling wicked lies
Chorus
LAm SOL/SI DO RE DO SOL LAm RE/FA#
All lies.... All those lines, they're telling wicked lies
LAm SOL/SI DO RE DO
Lies.... All lies....
SOL
Too many lines there in that face
LA DO
Too many to erase or to disguise
RE/FA# SOL RE LAm SOL/SI DO RE DO
They must be telling lies
Is this the face that won for her the man
Whose amazed and clumsy fingers slipped that ring upon her hand
No need to search that wirror for the years
The menace in their message shouts across the blur of tears
So is this beauty's finish? Like Rodin's "Belle Heaulmiere"?
The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care
Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise
But why cannot the mirror tell her lies?
Chorus
She shakes off the bitter web she wove
Turns and puts the mirror gently face down by the stove
She gathers up her apron in her hand
Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can
And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine
When she'll look up in that weathered face that loves hers line for line
To see the maiden shining in his eyes
And laugh at how the mirror tells her lies
Chorus x 2
Notes:
* means same chord, new measure
For the chords in the chorus (Am G/B C D C), I usually play about one
strum each - do whatever sounds good.
RE/FA# 200232
G/B: x20030 (or plain G works well, too)
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