Pretender

I'm gonna rent myself came a house in the shade of the (C)freeway.

Gonna (G)pack my lunch in the morning

and go to (D)work er's er each day.

(C)ening? And when the (G)evening rolls time around,

I'll go on home the end,

and lay my body (C)down.

And when the (G)morning light comes streaming (D)in,

I'll get up and do it (C)again.

(Am7)(G)Amen. Say it again.

(G)(Am7)Amen. (G)I want to know what became of the es we waited for (C)love to

Were they (G)only the ful the dreams ors

of some each (D)greater's paint awakber (C)dreams.

I've been (G)aware of the time going

They say make in the end,

it's the wink of an (C)eye.

And when the (G)morning light comes streaming (D)in,

you'll get up and do it (C)again.

(Am7)(G)Amen. Say it again.

(G)(Am7)Amen. (G)I want to men.

(G)Caught between the (D)longing for love and the (C)struggle for the legal tender,

where the sirens sing and the church bells ring and the (Em)junkman pounds his fender,

where the (C)veterans dream of the (G)fight,

fast asleep at the traffic (Em)light,

and the (A9)children solemnly wait for the ice cream (D)vendor,

(D)out into the (C)cool of the evening

(D)strolls the (Em)pretender.

He knows that (C)all his hopes and dreams

begin and (G)end there.

(C)Ah, the laughAh, of the lovers as they through the night,

(C)leaving nothing leaving nothing but to off and (Em)fight,

(D#dim7)and tear at the (G)world with all their might

(C)while the ships bearing their dreams sail out of sight.

(D)I'm (G)gonna Get it up again.

(G)I'm gonna be a (D)happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender,

where the (C)ads take aim and lay their claim to the (Em)heart and the soul of the spender,

and believe in whatever may (G)lie

in those things that money can buy.

Thought true (A9)love could have been a contender.

(D)Are you (C)there?

Say a (D)prayer