To Ramona
C ~ ~
C G
1. Ramona, come closer, shut softly your watery eyes,
G
C
the pangs
of your sadness wil pass as your senses will rise.
F
G
The flowers of the city though
breathlike get deathlike at times,
G
and there's
no use in tryin' to deal with the dyin'
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though
I cannot explain that in lines.
C
2. Your soft country lips I still wish to kiss
G
as to
be under the strength of your skin,
G
C
your
magnetic movements still capture the minutes I'm in.
F
Though it grieves my heart,
love, to see you tryin' to be a part of
G
a
world that just don't exist.
G
It's all just a dream, babe, a
vacuum a scheme, babe,
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that
sucks you into feelin' like this.
C
3. I can see that your head has been twisted and fed
G
by
worthless foam from the mouth,
G
I can tell you are torn between
stayin' and returnin'
C
on
back to the South.
F
G
From fixtures and forces and
friends your sorrow does stem,
G
that
hype you and type you, making you feel
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that
you must be exactly like them.
C
4. I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words,
G
they
would turn into a meaningless ring,
G
C
for
deep in my heart I know there is no help I can bring.
F
Everything passes, everything
changes,
G
just
do what you think you should do,
G
and
someday, maybe, who knows, baby,
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I'll come and be cryin' to y…..ou.
(Alan Price Set)