Put Your Records On

Three little birds (F#m6)sat on my window

(E13)and they told (E9)me I don't need to (A)worry.

Summer came like (F#m6)cinnamon, so sweet.

(E13)Little girls (E9)double dutch on the (A)concrete.

(F#m)Maybe sometimes we got it wrong but it's (B7)alright.

And nothing seemed to change.

the more they stay the same.

Don't you hesitate.

(A)Girl, put your records on,

(F#m6)tell me your fav'rite song.

(E13)You go (E9)ahead, let your hair down.

Sapphire and faded jeans,

(F#m6)I hope you get your dreams.

(E13)Just go (E9)ahead;

let your hair down.

(Dmaj7)You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

(A)Blue as the sky, (F#m6)sunburnt and lonely,

(E13)sippin' tea (E9)in a bar by the (A)roadside.

Don't you let those other (F#m6)boys fool you.

(E13)Gotta love (E9)that ble afro the (A)hairdo.

(F#m)Maybe sometimes we feel afraid but it's (B7)alright.

The more you stay the same the more they seem to change.

Don't you think it's strange?

(A)Girl, put your records on,

(F#m6)tell me your fav'rite song.

(E13)You go (E9)ahead, let your hair down.

Sapphire and faded jeans,

(F#m6)I hope you get your dreams.

(E13)Just go (E9)ahead;

let your hair down.

(Dmaj7)You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

(Dm6)where, somehow.

'Twas more than I could take,

pity for pity's sake.

(F#m7)Some nights kept me awake.

I thought that I was stronger.

(Bm7)When you gonna realise that you don't even have to (Dmaj7)try any (Bm7)longer?

(D)Do what you want to.

Girl, put your records on,

(F#m6)tell me your fav'rite song.