Rebecca

(Hammond/Hazelwood)

  D        Em            A             D

Met you, brushing your hair with the wind

Em          A          D          Bm

Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive

G           A           D

Oh, I got a five minute rush from

Em          A          D

You in your faded blue jeans

Em       A           D            Bm

How many years is it you've been alive?

   G           A

Oh I'll take a guess

  G      A               D                 Bm    

Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so

       G      A           D

Ooo, Rebecca, will I ever know?

No way, how will I fit in your life?

How could you live with a man without change?

Too strange and too poor to be trusted

Busted a couple of times

Shaken a bit by the years on the road

And the women I've known

Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you

Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew...

G        A                         G

Go home, to your father's friend's straight sons

A                         G

To your mother's friend's sweet ones

A

To the families, so well-to-do and so well-established and

One day, you might wake up to a shock girl

What has it come to?... this sensible life

The wife of a fool...

Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon

Ooo, Rebecca... where's Rebecca gone?