Song Author Albert Hammond Lyrics by: Albert Hammond Performer: Albert Hammond Submitted by: Hjalti_G
[Em]    [A]    [D]    [Em]    [A]    
Get you[D], brushing y[Em]our hair with the w[A]ind,[D]    
[Em]riding your bike[A] up on Mulholland [D]Drive.[Bm]    
Oh, I [G]got a five-[A]minute…

…rush fro[D]m you in your[Em] faded blue jeans[A],  [D]    
H[Em]ow many years is[A] it you've bee[D]n alive? [Bm]    
Oh, I'l[G]l take a guess.[A]    
Rebec[Em]ca,    [A]could it be eighteen, ninete[D]en or so? [Bm]    
Oh, Rebecca, [Em]wil   [A]l I ever know? [D]    

No wa[D]y, where would[Em] I fit in your li[A]fe?  [D]    
Wha[Em]t would you do with a[A] man without cha[D]nge.[Bm]    
too strang[G]e and too poor…[A]    

….to be trusted, ru[D]sted a co[Em]uple of times[A],  [D]    
sh[Em]aken a bit[A] by the years on [D]the road,[Bm]    
and the women I[G]'ve known?[A]    

[Em]Rebecca, [A]you'd have liked the name I gave to[D] you,
Oh, Rebecca, [Em]if    [A]you only knew.[D]    

[Em]Go home [A]to your father's friends,
[Em]straight sons [A]to your mother's friends,
[Em]sweet ones [A]to those families,
[Em]well-to-do and so we[A]ll-established.

And one da[D]y you might[Em] wake up to a shock, gi[A]rl, [D]    
wh[Em]at has it come[A] to, this sensible li[D]fe. [Bm]    
The wife [G]of a fool? [A]    

Rebec[Em]ca,    [A]reading magazines in a [D]chic salon. [Bm]    
Oh, Rebecca, [Em]w   [A]here's Rebecca gone? [D]    

[Em]    [A]    [D]    [Em]    [A]    [D]    

Get you, brushing your hair with the wind,
riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive.
Oh, I got a five-minute…

…rush from you in your faded blue jeans,
How many years is it you've been alive?
Oh, I'll take a guess.
Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so?
Oh, Rebecca, will I ever know?

No way, where would I fit in your life?
What would you do with a man without change.
too strange and too poor…

….to be trusted, rusted a couple of times,
shaken a bit by the years on the road,
and the women I've known?

Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you,
Oh, Rebecca, if you only knew.

Go home to your father's friends,
straight sons to your mother's friends,
sweet ones to those families,
well-to-do and so well-established.

And one day you might wake up to a shock, girl,
what has it come to, this sensible life.
The wife of a fool?

Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon.
Oh, Rebecca, where's Rebecca gone?


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