Middle of the Road

Ooh,

(G)ooh,

(G)ooh,

(G)ooh. (C)The middle of the road

(C5)is tryin' to (A)find me.

(C5)I'm (A)standin' in the (G5)middle of life with my (C5)plans behind me.

(C5)I got a smile

(D)for (C5)ev'ryone I meet.

(C5)As (A)long as you don't try (D)draggin' my bay or (A)droppin' the bomb (G5)on my street.

Now, (C5)come on, (A)baby,

(G)well, get in the road.

(G)Oh, come on now,

(G)in (E)the middle of the road,

yeah.

(A)Ooh,

(A)ooh. (G)In the (C)middle of the road

(D)you see the (C5)darndest things,

(C)like (A)fat guys driving (G)'round in jeeps through the (C)city,

wearin' (A)big diamond rings and silk (D)suits,

(C)past (A)corrugated (G)tin shacks (D)full up with kids.

Oh, man, I (A)don't mean a (G)Hampstead (D)(C)nursery.

When you (A)own a big (G)chunk of the (D)bloody Third World,

the (A)babies just come (G)with the (D)scenery.

Oh, (C)come on, baby,

(G)mmm, get in the road.

(G)Oh, come on, now,

(G)in (E)the middle of the road,

yeah.

(A)One

(A)two

(A)three

(A)four

(A)Ooh,

(A)ooh,

(A)Ooh,

(A)ooh,

(D7)The (C)middle of the road

(D7)is no private (A)culdesac.

(C)I can't get from the (D7)cab to the curb without (A)some little (G)jerk on my back.

(A)Don't harass me, (G)can't you tell I'm (D7)goin' home,