#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Subject: /l/Lavin.Christine/SantaMonicaPier.crd SANTA MONICA PIER (Christine Lavin) ----------------------------------- [It's actually in Eb; capo 1. Or play it in C and capo 3.] D D [intro] D A I've got beach glass and tokens in my pocket, sizing up each other's worth G D Neither one'll do me any good here, I throw them into the surf D G The palm trees all look a little like Tina Turner looks from behind A D The boys on the skateboards have strategically tussled hair, the Bon Jovi kind G D I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier A D Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs G D Oh there's a fine warm Western breeze stirring up the Tina Turner trees A D D I have dreamed of days like these all of my life Roller skaters with their headphones on, they sway to the private beat I drop into the Crown & Anchor, time to eat, time to eat No matter what it is I order, I know there's an avocado hidden on this plate I don't like them, but I still eat them, I'm not tempting fate I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs, souvenirs Oh there's a fine warm Western breeze stirring up the Tina Turner trees I have dreamed of days like these all of my life C D Back home, I hear the stock market's booming, booming C D The bears and the bulls say they're taking it all in stride C D Out here, they're hot air ballooning G A D A G D Yeah, they go zooming up into the sky... Yeah, I'm a stranger here; the Santa Monica Pier Fishing gear; souvenirs, get your souvenirs here Oh, feel that breeze; oh, shake, you trees (shake it up) Days like these Look at that beautiful Mexican boy holding tight to his papa's hand "Mira, mira!" he cries as he points to the papaya juice stand Look at that old lady dozing off, I wonder what she's dreaming of What could be better than this, except for maybe being in love? I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier Picnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones, souvenirs get your souvenirs Oh, now, feel that breeze; c'mon and shake, you trees (shake it up) I have dreamed of days like these all of my life A D Yeah, I have dreamed of days like these A D D D. Oh, I have dreamed...
