E

Born and raised in wilderness

A                     E

Of suburban shops and schools

        A                  E

How she tried and tried to be satisfied

      F#m                B

With a job on the typing pool

E

She hated the smell of carbon paper

    A                    E

The office so smoky and dry

        A                             E

How she longed for the day she would make her get away

    F#m          B

And say her last goodbye





E        B              A

Bows and bangles on her fingers

E          B             A

And silver bells on her toes

E             B              A

That lady has music where she wonders

E             B               A

That lady has music where she goes





Married a guy with prospects

And so became his wife

And that my friend is the end of the story

'Cos that was the rest of his life

She could have been a movie star

She could have made the scene

Right or wrong she still hangs on

Each night to her favourite dream





Bows and bangles on her fingers

And silver bells on her toes

That lady has music where she wonders

That lady has music where she goes