Исполнитель: | Stan Rogers (English) |
Пользователь: | re321321321 |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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[Verse 1]
G D/F#
At last the kids are gone now for the day
Em C G D/F#
She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away
G D/F#
Another day to tend the house and plan
Em C G D/F#
For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man
G D/F#
Sure was a bitter winter, but Friday will be fine
Em C
And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her one more time
G D/F#
She'd pass for twenty-nine but for her eyes
Am D/F# G
But Winter lines are telling wicked lies
[Chorus]
Am G/B C D C G Am D/F#
All lies.... All those lines, they're telling wicked lies
Am G/B C D C
Lies.... All lies....
G
Too many lines there in that face
A C
Too many to erase or to disguise
D/F# G * D * Am G/B C D C
They must be telling lies
[Verse 2]
G D/F#
Is this the face that won for her the man
Em C G D/F#
Whose amazed and clumsy fingers slipped that ring upon her hand
G D/F#
No need to search that mirror for the years
Em C G D/F#
The menace in their message shouts across the blur of tears
G D/F#
So is this beauty's finish? Like Rodin's "Belle Heaulmiere"?
Em C
The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care
G D/F#
Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise
Am D/F# G
But why cannot the mirror tell her lies?
[Chorus]
Am G/B C D C G Am D/F#
All lies.... All those lines, they're telling wicked lies
Am G/B C D C
Lies.... All lies....
G
Too many lines there in that face
A C
Too many to erase or to disguise
D/F# G * D * Am G/B C D C
They must be telling lies
[Verse 3]
G D/F#
She shakes off the bitter web she wove
Em C G D/F#
Turns and puts the mirror gently face down by the stove
G D/F#
She gathers up her apron in her hand
Em C G D/F#
Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can
G D/F#
And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine
Em C
When she'll look up in that weathered face that loves hers line for line
G D/F#
To see the maiden shining in his eyes
Am D/F# G
And laugh at how the mirror tells her lies
[Chorus]
Am G/B C D C G Am D/F#
All lies.... All those lines, they're telling wicked lies
Am G/B C D C
Lies.... All lies....
G
Too many lines there in that face
A C
Too many to erase or to disguise
D/F# G
They must be telling lies