Ain't Life a Brook

Ferron

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Tom:
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D I watch you reading a book
G I get to thinking our love's a polished stone
Em You give me a long drawn look
D I know pretty soon you're going to leave our home And of course I mind
G Especially when I'm thinking from my heart
Em But life don't clickety clack down A straight line track
D It comes together and it comes apart
G A You say you hope I'm not the kind
Bm F# To make you feel obliged
D G A To go ticking through your time
Bm F# D G With a pained look in your eyes
A You give me the furniture
Bm F# D We'll divide the photographs
G Go out to dinner one more time Have ourselves a bottle of wine
Em And a couple of laughs
D And when first you left
G I stayed so sad I wouldn't sleep
Em I know that love's a gift, I thought yours was mine
D And something that I could keep
G Now I realize that time is not the only compromise
Em But a bird in the hand could be an all night stand
D Between a blazing fire and a pocket of skies
G A So I hope I'm not the kind
Bm F# To make you feel obliged
D G A To go ticking through your time
Bm F# D G With a pained look in your eyes
A Bm F# D I covered the furniture, I framed the photographs
G Went out to dinner one more time
Em Had myself a bottle of wine and a couple of laughs
D And just the other day
G I got your letter in the mail
Em I'm happy for you, its been so long
D You've been wanting a cabin and a backwoods trail And I think that's great...me
G I seem to find myself in school
Em It's all Ok, I just want to say
D I'm so relieved we didn't do it cruel But ain't life a brook
G Just when I get to feeling like a polished stone
Em I give me along drawn look
D It's kind of a drag to find yourself alone And sometimes I mind
G Especially when I'm waiting on your heart
Em But life don't clickety clack down A straight line track
D It comes together and it comes apart
G A Cause I know you're not the kind
Bm F# To make me feel obliged
D G A To go ticking through my time
Bm F# D G With a pained look in my eyes
A Bm F# D I sold the furniture, I put away the photographs
G Went out to dinner one more time
Em Skipped the bottle of wine Had a couple of laughs
D And wasn't it fine
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