Twelve Thirty:The Mamas And Papas.
#20 in 1967.
(Capo 1st fret.)
#1.
Am D G G7 C G
I used to live in New York City.
Am Dm G G7 C G
Everything there was dark and dirty.
Am F G G7 Eb G
Outside my window was a steeple,
Am Fm G G7 G G7
with a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
CHORUS:
C G
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F Fm G G7
and in the mornings I can see them walking.
C G
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F Fm C
and I can't keep myself from talking.
#2.
Am D G G7 C G
At first, so strange, to feel so friendly.
Am Dm G G7 C G
To say good morning and really mean it.
Am F G F Eb G
To feel these changes happening in me,
Am Fm G G7 G G7
but not to notice till I feel it.
CHORUS:
C G
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F Fm G G7
and in the mornings I can see them walking.
C G
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F Fm C
and I can't keep myself from talking.
#3.
Am D G G7 C G
Cloudy waters cast no reflection.
Am Dm G G7 C G
Images of beauty lie there stagnant.
Am F G F Eb G
Vibrations bounce in no direction,
Am Fm G G7 G G7
and lie there shattered into fragments.
CHORUS:
C G
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
F Fm G G7
and in the mornings I can see them walking.
C G
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
F Fm C
and I can't keep myself from talking.(FAde.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
