Chords for Mary Chapin Carpenter | Mrs. Hemingway (Studio Performance)

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_ [Eb] We _ _ _
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packed up our books and [Ab] our dishes, _ [Eb] _ our dreams and your worsted wool [Ab]
suits.
[Eb] _ We [Bb] sailed on the 8th of [Gm] December. _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Bb] _ Farewell [F] old Hudson [Eb] River, here comes the [Fm] sea. _ _
And love [Eb] was as new and [G] as bright and as [Cm] true, when [Ab] I loved you [Bb] and you [Eb] loved me. _
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_ Two steamer trunks in the [Eb] carriage, _ safe arrival, we cabled back [Ab] home. _ _
[Bb] It was just a few days before [Eb] Christmas.
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_ [Bb] We filled our stockings with [Eb] wishes and [Ab] walked for [Fm] hours.
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Arm in arm through [Eb] the rain to the [B] glassed-in cafe [Cm] _ [Bb] that held us like [Bb] hot [Eb]
house flowers.
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Living in Paris, [Eb]
in attics and garrets, [G] where the coal merchants climb [Cm] every stair.
_ _ [Ab] The dance hall next door is [Eb] filled with sailors and whores, [Fm] and the music floats up through [Bb] the [Eb] _ air.
_ [Ab] There's sunset and oysters, _ [Eb] _
cathedrals [Eb] and cloisters, [G] and time with its _ [Cm] unerring aim.
[Gm] _ _ [Ab] For now we can say [Eb] we were lucky most days [Fm] and throw a rose [Bb] into [Ab]
the sand. _ _ _
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Love is the greatest _
[Ab] deceiver.
[Eb] _ _ It _ hollows you out like a drum, _ _ [Bb] and suddenly nothing [Eb] is certain.
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As if all the [F] clouds [Eb] closed the curtains and [Ab] blocked [Fm] the sun.
And _ _ [Ab]
friends now are [Eb] strangers [Dm] in this city of [Cm] danger, [Ab] as cold [Bb] and as cruel as [Eb] they come.
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Sometimes I look at old [Ab] pictures _ and [Eb]
smile at how happy [Ab] we were.
_ _ [Bb] How easy it [Bb] was to [Eb] be hungry.
_ [Ab] It _ [Bb]
wasn't for fame or [Eb] for money, it [Ab] _ was [Fm] for love.
[Eb] And now my [Ab]
copper hair's [Eb] gray, as [B] the stones all [Cm] quay in [Ab] the city [Bb] where magic [Eb] _
_ was.
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Living in Paris, [Eb]
in attics and garrets, [B] where the coal merchants climb [Cm]
every stair.
_ _ [Ab] The dance hall next door is [Gm] filled with sailors and whores, [Fm] and the music floats up through [Bb]
the air.
[Eb] _ _
[Ab] There's sunset and oysters, [Eb]
and Notre Dame's cloisters, [G] and time with its _ [Cm]
unerring aim.
[Eb] _ _
[Ab] That then we could say [Bb]
[Eb] we were lucky most days and [C] throw a rose [Bb] into [Ab] the sand. _ _ _
Now I can say I [Eb] was lucky most days and [Fm] throw a [Bb] rose into _ the [Eb] sand. _
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