Rebecca

(Hammond/Hazelwood)

D Em A D

Met you, brushing your hair with the wind

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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?