#23 in '64.
As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat,
I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street,
I shouted to the driver, hey conductor, you must slow down.
I think I see her. Please let me off this bus.
Nadine, honey is that you?
Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you?
G D7 C7
Seems like every time I see you darling you got something
else to do.
#2.***(Chords are same for other verses)***
I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back,
And started walkin toward a coffee colored cadillac.
I was pushin through the crowd to get to where shes at.
And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat.
Downtown searching for her, looking all around.
Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town.
I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybodys tab.
With a twenty dollar bill, told him catch that yellow cab.
She moves around like a wave of summer breeze,
Go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze.
Moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier.
Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.