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.