Daisy Jane    (intro)    (midi)

 

      C                         Bm           C                            Bm

1. Flyin' me back to Memphis, gotta find my Daisy Jane,

                    C                               Bm                               F      ~

    well, the summer's gone, and I hope she's feelin' the same.

                C                                  Bm     C                                   Bm

2. Well, I left her just to roam the city, thinkin' it would ease the pain,

               C                           Bm                     F

    I'm a crazy man and I'm playin' my crazy game, game.

 

Bb                  C    Am              Dm          Bb

    Does she really love me? I think she does !

                    C      Am              Dm        Bb

    Like the stars above me, I know because

                    Am                G                     G7      + C - Bm - C - Bm

    when the sky is bright, everything's all right.

 

      C                         Bm           C                              Bm

3. Flyin' me back to Memphis, honey keep the oven warm,

                  C                                  Bm                            F       ~

    all the clouds are clearin' and I think we're over the storm.

                         C                 Bm              C                     Bm

4. Well, I been pickin' it up around me, Daisy I think I'm sane,

                    C                       Bm                              F

    well, I'm awful glad and I guess you're really to blame, blame.

 

Bb              C     Am              Dm         Bb

    Do you really love me ? I hope you do !

                    C       Am               Dm      Bb

    Like the stars above me, how I love you.

                   Am                G                     G7

    when it's cold at night everything's all right

 

Bb                  C     Am             Dm          Bb

    Does she really love me? I think she does !

                    C      Am              Dm        Bb

    Like the stars above me, I know because

                    Am                G                     G7

    when the sky is bright, everything's all right.

 

    (America)