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Joanne

Höfundur lags: Michael Nesmith Höfundur texta: Michael Nesmith Flytjandi: Michael Nesmith og The First National Band Sent inn af: Anonymous
[G]Her  [C] name[C/B] was J[Am7]oanne    
[Am7/G]And she l[F]ived [F/F#]in the m[G]eadow [G7]by a p[C]ond, [C/B]    [Am7]    [Am7/G]    [G7]    
And she t[C]ouched me [C/B]for a [Am7]moment
W[Am7/G]ith a l      [F]ook that s[F/F#]poke to [G]me of [G7]her sweet lov[C]e. [C/B]    [Am7]    [Am7/G]    [F]    [G7]    
Then the w[Dm]oman   [Dm7] that she [G]was d[G7]rove her [C]on in [C/B]despe    [Am7]ration,
[Am7/G]And I s      [Dm]aw a   [Dm7]s she [G]went [G7]a most h[C]opeless[C/B] situ    [Am7]ation    
[Am7/G]For Joa      [F]nne and the [Fm7]man and the t[G]imes that [G7]made them both [C]run.

[G7]She was [C]on -[C/B] ly a g[Am7]irl; [Am7/G]    
I k[F]now that [F/F#]well, but st[G]ill I c[G7]ould not s[C]ee [C/B]    [Am7]    [Am7/G]    [Dm7]    [G7]    
That the [C]hold [C/B]that she h[Am7]ad    
[Am7/G]Was much st[F]ronger than the[F/F#] love she f[G]elt for [C]me. [C/B]    [Am7]    [Am7/G]    [Dm7]    [G7]    
But [Dm]stay   [Dm7]-ing with [G7]her, and my [C]little [C/B]bit of [Am7]wisdom
[Am7/G]Broke d      [Dm]own    [Dm7]her desi[G]res li[G7]ke a [C]light t[C/B]hrough a p[Am7]rism    
[Am7/G]Into ye      [F]llows and b[Fm7]lues and a tu[G]ne that I[G7] could not have su[C]ng. [C/B]    

Though the [Am]essence is [Am7]gone, I [Dm]have no t[Dm+7]ears to [Dm7]cry for her,
[F]And my only th[F7]oughts of her are k[G]ind.

[G]Her  [C] name[C/B] was J[Am7]oanne    
[Am7/G]And she l[F]ived [F/F#]in the m[G]eadow [G7]by a p[C]ond, [C/B]    [Am7]    [Am7/G]    [G7]    
And she t[C]ouched me [C/B]for a [Am7]moment
W[Am7/G]ith a l      [F]ook that s[F/F#]poke to [G]me of [G7]her sweet lov[C]e. [C/B]    [Am7]    [Am7/G]    [F]    [G7]    
Then the w[Dm]oman   [Dm7] that she [G]was d[G7]rove her [C]on in [C/B]despe    [Am7]ration,
[Am7/G]And I s      [Dm]aw a   [Dm7]s she [G]went [G7]a most h[C]opeless[C/B] situ    [Am7]ation    
[Am7/G]For Joa      [F]nne and the [Fm7]man and the t[G]imes that [G7]made them both [C]run.

Her name was Joanne
And she lived in the meadow by a pond,
And she touched me for a moment
With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love.
Then the woman that she was drove her on in desperation,
And I saw as she went a most hopeless situation
For Joanne and the man and the times that made them both run.

She was on - ly a girl;
I know that well, but still I could not see
That the hold that she had
Was much stronger than the love she felt for me.
But stay-ing with her, and my little bit of wisdom
Broke down her desires like a light through a prism
Into yellows and blues and a tune that I could not have sung.

Though the essence is gone, I have no tears to cry for her,
And my only thoughts of her are kind.

Her name was Joanne
And she lived in the meadow by a pond,
And she touched me for a moment
With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love.
Then the woman that she was drove her on in desperation,
And I saw as she went a most hopeless situation
For Joanne and the man and the times that made them both run.

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  • Fm7
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