Wednesday Morning 3 Am

F Gm Gm F


  F             Dm              
I can hear the soft breathing of
Bb           Am
 the girl that I love,
        F           Gm        C
As she lies here beside me asleep 
with the night,
         F          Dm         Bb
And her hair, in a fine mist 
          Am
floats on my pillow,
    F           Gm          Bb C
Reflecting the glow of the 
        F
winter moonlight.

F Gm Gm F

        F            Dm          
She is soft, she is warm, but my 
Bb              Am
heart remains heavy,
Continues after the ad
        F            Gm         
And I watch as her breasts gently 
   C
rise, gently fall,
       F              Dm          
For I know with the first light of
  Bb           Am
 dawn I'll be leaving,
        F           Gm          
And tonight will be all I have 
Bb         F
left to recall.

F Gm Gm F

     F           Dm    Bb     
Oh, what have I done, why have I 
    Am
done it,
         F        Gm          C
I've committed a crime, I've broken 
the law,
       F         Dm          Bb  
For twenty-five dollars and 
     Am
pieces of silver,
    F          Gm       Bb       
I held up and robbed a hard 
   F
liquor store.

F Gm Gm F

    F            Dm       Bb     
My life seems unreal, my crime an
   Am
 illusion,
    F          Gm         C
A scene badly written in which I 
must play,
       F         Dm         Bb   
Yet I know as I gaze at my young 
        Am
love beside me,
      F         Gm        Bb 
The morning is just a few hours 
C   F
away.