Jack Johnson – Taylor chords

intro


       C                       Gthey say taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
 Am              F             C    G  Am  Fcomplain, express ideas in her brain
C                           Gworking on the night shift, passing out the tickets,
       Am                  F                    C   G Am F    youre gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
      C                        Gwell mommys little dancer has quite a little secret
Am                          F                 C  G Am Fworking on the streets now, never gonna keep it
     C                      Gits quite an imposition and now shes only wishing
      Am                    F                   C  G Amthat she would have listened to the words they said
Fpoor taylor 


C            G             Am   F              CShe just wanders around, unaffected by
    G            Am  F               Cthe winter winds and she'll pretend that
            G    Am   F             Cshes somewhere else, so far and clear
      G             Am about two thousand miles from here


C             G                       Am     Fpeter patrick pitter patters on the window
    C             G              Am      Fbut sunny silhouette wont let him in
C                  G                        Am       Fpoor old petes got nothing because hes been falling
         C          G           Am      Fsomehow sunny knows just where hes been
               C                          G           Am    Fhe thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul
C        G      Am         Fnow that saturday is gone
C            G                 Am    Fsometimes he thinks that hes on his way
          C    G    Ambut i can see 
          Fthat his break lights are on

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C            G               Am   F              CHe just wanders around, unaffected by
    G              Am  F                   Cthe winter winds and he'll pretend that
      G              Am   F             Che's somewhere else, so far and clear
      G               Am about two thousand miles from here


        C               Gsuch a tough enchilada filled up with nada
Am                    F                   C    G Am Fgiving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
        C                    Gused to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking
Am                      Fnows shes finger licking to the man
         C                   Gwith the money in his pocket flying in his rocket
Am                     F                C     G Am only stopping by on his way to a better world
      F                      C G Amif taylor finds a better world
    F                     Cthen taylor's gonna run away