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]
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Working on the night shift
Passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
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Well mommy's little dancer has
Quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
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It's quite an imposition and
Now shes only wishing
That's he would have listened to the words they said ... poor Taylor

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  [C] She just [G]wanders around
  [Am] Una[F]ffected by
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  The winter winds and
  She'll pretend that
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  She's somewhere else
  So far and clear
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  About two thousand
  Miles from here
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Peter Patrick pitter
Patters on the window
But sunny silhouette won't let him in
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Poor old Petes got nothing
Because he's been falling
Somehow sunny knows just where he's been
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He thinks that singing on Sunday
Is gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday is gone
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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
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Used to be a limber chicken
Time's been a ticking
Now's she's finger licking to the man
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With the money in his pocket
Flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better world
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If Taylor finds a better world
Then Taylor's gonna run away