Standard (EADGBE)

I drive alone, home from work

 And I always think of her

Late at night I call her, but I never say a word

But I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder

And I can almost smell her breath, faint, with a sweet scent of decay

She serves him mashed potatoes

 She serves him peppered steak, and corn

Pulls the dress up over her head, lets it fall to the floor

And does she ever whisper in his ear, all her favorite fruit

And all the most exotic places they are cultivated

And I'd like to take her there, rather than this train I'm on

And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a place in the colonies

We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four

Within intervention's distance of the embassy

The midday air grows thicker with the heat

 And drifts towards the line of trees

When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta

And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof

We dream our dreams and sing our songs of love - fecundity

 Of life and love, of life and love, of life and love

(end with opening riff, then finish on D)

You may wish to play the G barred on the 3rd fret, and sometimes pick the

top three strings descending.