Intro: Am G D G Am G D

Am                                    D                                   G
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling,
         Am                                D                        G
those clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing.
                   F             C                         G
She loves to ride into town with the top down,
              F                   C         D
feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin.
      C       D          G
She is my next of kin.

           C              D        G
I see a little more of me everyday.
              C              D              G
I catch a little more mustache turning grey.
        F                    C              G
Your mother is the only other woman for me.
C              D                                      G
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?

                    Am                                  D                     G
Sometimes I catch her dreaming and I wonder where that little mind meanders.
          Am                                       D                      G
Is she strolling along the shore, or cruising over the broad Savannah?
           F                      C                               G
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes.
         F                        C                   G
Someday, she's gonna learn how to fly.
       C            D     G
Oh, that I won't deny.

              C              D            G
I catch a little more dialogue coming my way.
                  C                   D                        G
I see those big brown eyes just starting to look astray.
        F                         C               G
Your mother's still the only other woman for me.
C              D                                  G
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?

                             F             C                         G
Yeah, She loves to ride into town with the top down,
              F                   C         D
feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin.
      C       D          G
She is my next of kin.

Am                                    D                                   G
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling,
         Am                                D                                       G
those clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing.
           F                      C                            G
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes.
       F                         C                  G
One day, she's gonna learn how to fly.
       C            D        G
Oh, that I won't deny.

           C              D        G
I see a little more of me everyday.
              C              D              G
I catch a little more mustache turning grey.
        F                    C              G
Your mother is the only other woman for me.
C              D                                      G
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
C              D                                      G
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
C              D                                      G
Little Miss Magic, just can't wait to see.

      Am                G                   D          G Am D G G/C G
It's raining, it's pouring, your old man is snoring.