Donald And Lydia

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                      Donald and Lydia - John Prine
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Tabbed by: Dave. S

Tuning: Standard

Artist: John Prine
Album: Prime Prine
Year: 1976


C                          F     
Small town, bright lights, 
   C
Saturday night,
                        D       
Pinballs and pool halls flashing 
       G
their lights.
       C                           
Making change behind the counter in
   F     C
 a penny arcade
Sat the fat girl daughter of 
G            C
Virginia and Ray


C             F               C
Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat
                           D       
Behind her small eyes sunk deep in 
    G
her fat.
         C                 F      
She read romance magazines up in 
   C
her room
And felt just like Sunday on 
G        C
Saturday afternoon.



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Chorus:
    F                   C
But dreaming just comes natural
         G                   C
Like the first breath from a baby,
     F                C
Like sunshine feeding daisies,
         G                        
Like the love hidden deep in your 
C
heart.



C                        F        
Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday 
C
night,
                              D    
a warehouse of strangers with sixty
      G
 watt lights.
C                                 
Staring through the ceiling, just 
F          C
wanting to be
                       G       C
Lay one of too many, a young PFC.


C                                 
There were spaces between Donald 
   F           C
and whatever he said.
                            D      
Strangers had forced him to live in
     G
 his head.
     C                      
He envisioned the details of 
 F        C
romantic scenes
After midnight in the stillness of 
    G        C
the barracks latrine.



(Repeat Chorus)



C                    F          C
Hot love, cold love, no love at all.
                       D           
A portrait of guilt is hung on the 
G
wall.
C                 F          C
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right.
                 G             
Donald and Lydia made love that 
 C
night.


          C                     
They made love in the mountains, 
           F           C
they made love in the streams,
They made love in the valleys, they 
     D             G
made love in their dreams.
    C                            
But when they were finished there 
     F          C
was nothing to say,
                                 G 
Cause mostly they made love from 
        C
ten miles away.