songbook/songs/jack_johnson/taylor.sgc

{title: Taylor}
{artist: Jack Johnson}
{album: On and on}
{cover: on-and-on}
{language: english}
{columns: 2}
{define: C frets X 3 2 0 1 0}
{define: G frets 3 2 0 0 0 3}
{define: Am frets X 0 2 2 1 0}
{define: F base-fret 1 frets 0 2 2 1 0 0}

#\utab{C}{0003}
#\utab{G}{0002}
#\utab{Am}{2000}
#\utab{F}{1020}


They say [C]Taylor was a good girl
[G]Never one to be late
[Am]Complain, express [F]ideas in her [C]brain[G][Am][F]

Working on the night shift
Passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

Well mommy's little dancer has
Quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it

It's quite an imposition and
Now shes only wishing
That's he would have listened to the words they said ... poor Taylor

{start_of_chorus}
  [C] She just [G]wanders around
  [Am] Una[F]ffected by
{end_of_chorus}

{start_of_chorus}
  The winter winds and
  She'll pretend that
{end_of_chorus}

{start_of_chorus}
  She's somewhere else
  So far and clear
{end_of_chorus}

{start_of_chorus}
  About two thousand
  Miles from here
{end_of_chorus}


Peter Patrick pitter
Patters on the window
But sunny silhouette won't let him in

Poor old Petes got nothing
Because he's been falling
Somehow sunny knows just where he's been

He thinks that singing on Sunday
Is gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday is gone

Sometimes he thinks that he's
On his way
But I can see ... that his break lights are on


Such a tough enchilada
Filled up with nada
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill

Used to be a limber chicken
Time's been a ticking
Now's she's finger licking to the man

With the money in his pocket
Flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better world

If Taylor finds a better world
Then Taylor's gonna run away