[Intro]E|-------X------------------------------X----------------------X---------------------------| B|-------X------------------------------X----------------------X---------------------------| G|-------X------------------------------X----------------------X---------------------------| D|-------X------------------------------X----------------------X-----1h3p1---1p0-----------| A|-x-1h3-X-X-X-1h3p1---1--1-------------X-X-X-------1-2-x-2h3--X-X-X-------3-----3p0-------| E|-------------------3-------3p1p0--1-1-------1h2h3------------------------------------1-1-| E|-X---------------------------------------------------------------------X---------0-----| B|-X--------------------------------X--------------------------X---------X---4--X--1-----| G|-X--------------------------------X--------------------------X---------X---2--X--0-----| D|-X--------------------------------X-3-3/5-3p0--2p0-----------X--1--1---X---------2-----| A|-X-X-X-----1-----1-----1-----1-3--X-----------------3--------X--3--3---X---------3-----| E|-------1h3---1h3---1h3---1h3------------------------------1-1---1--1-------------------| E|--0-0-0---0----0----0----------0-| B|--1-3-3/5-5/3--3----1-------1--1-| G|--0-0-0---0----0----0---2p0----2-| D|-------------------------------3-| A|---------------------------------| E|---------------------------------|C C/B They say taylor was a good girl, never one to be lateAm F C C/B Am F Complain, express ideas in her brainC C/B Working on the night shift, passing out the ticketsAm F C C/B Am F You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park hereC C/B Well mommys little dancer has quite a little secretAm F C C/B Am F Working on the streets now, never gonna keep itC C/B It's quite an imposition and now shes only wishingAm F C C/B Am That she would have listened to the words they saidF Poor taylorC C/B Am F C She just wanders around, unaffected byC/B Am F C The winter winds and she'll pretend thatC/B Am F C She's somewhere else, so far and clearC/B Am About two thousand miles from hereC C/B Am F Peter patrick pitter patters on the windowC C/B Am F But sunny silhouette wont let him inC C/B Am F Poor old petes got nothing because hes been fallingC C/B Am F Somehow sunny knows just where hes beenC C/B Am F He thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soulC C/B Am F Now that saturday is goneC C/B Am F Sometimes he thinks that hes on his wayC C/B Am But i can seeF That his break lights are onC C/B Am F C He just wanders around, unaffected byC/B Am F C The winter winds and he'll pretend thatC/B Am F C He's somewhere else, so far and clearC/B Am About two thousand miles from hereC C/B Such a tough enchilada filled up with nadaAm F C C/B Am F Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar billC C/B Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a tickingAm F Nows shes finger licking to the manC C/B With the money in his pocket flying in his rocketAm F C C/B Am Only stopping by on his way to a better worldF C C/B Am If taylor finds a better worldF C Then taylor's gonna run away
Taylor
Jack Johnson
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