Donald and Lydia John Prine
By John Prine
Song : Donald And Lydia (Mod.not to slow 3/4 timing)
[C]Small town bright lights Sa[F]turday n[C]ight,
Pin balls and pool halls fl[D7]ashing their lig[G7]hts
Making ch[C]ange behind a counter in a p[F]enny arcad[C]e,
Sat the fat girl daughter of [G7]Virginia and Ra[C]y (spoken) Lydia
Lydia hid her thoughts[F] like a ca[C]t, behind her small eyes sunk de[D7]ep in her f[G7]at
She read ro[C]mance magazines [F]up in her r[C]oom
And felt just like Sunday on Sa[G7]turday afternoo[C]n
(Chorus)
[G7]But dr[F]eaming just comes natu[C]ral like the f[G7]irst breath from a b[C]aby
[C7]Like suns[F]hine feeding da[C]isies, Like the l[G7]ove hidden deep in your he[C]art
B[C]unkbeds shaved heads Sat[F]urday n[C]ight
A ware house of strangers with s[D7]ixty watt lig[G7]hts
St[C]aring though the ceiling just wa[F]nting to [C]be, lay a one of to many a [G7]young P[C]FC (spoken) Donald
T[C]here were spaces between Donald and what e[F]ver he s[C]aid
Strangers had forced him to l[D7]ive in his h[G7]ead
He en[C]visioned the details of ro[F]mantic sc[C]enes after midnight in the stillness of
the ba[G7]rrack's lat[C]rine
(repeat chorus)
Ho[C]t love, cold love, no [F]love at al[C]l, a portrait of guilt is hu[D7]ng on the wal[G7]l
[C]Nothing is wrong, n[F]othing is ri[C]ght, Donald and Lydia m[G7]ade love that n[C]ight (spoken) Love
They ma[G7]de lo[C]ve in the mountains , they made lo[F]ve in the stream[C]s
They made love in the valleys , they made l[D7]ove in their dre[G7]ams
But wh[C]en they were fininshed , there was no[F]thing to say
[C]'Cause mostly they made love from t[G7]en miles a[C]way[C7]
(repeat chorus)
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