Turntable

D Em C D Em C C Em C G In the arms of a lover, in the arms of your son Em C G You lay your head heavy, you're the only one Em C G Won't you sit for a while? Won't you rest yourself? D Em C You know it ain't such a shame to have lost yourself D Em C You know it ain't such a shame to have lost yourself Em C G Mmm Em C G Em C G Three years and a bottle of cheap red wine Em C G All my sacred sins and all your dirty lies Em C G And I ride, and I ride, and I ride, and I ride D Em C Keep riding even when I don't know why D Em C Keep riding even when I don't know why Em C G Mmm Em C G D Em C Oh, she said, "If my heart were a turntable, D Em C And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle," D Em C Oh, she said, "If my heart were a turntable, D Em C And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle." Em C G Em C G Em C G D Em C D Em C Em C G Oh meet me in the garden by the flowers blue Em C G Where the trees stretch and wrap themselves around you Em C G And they fill you up till you don't know what to do D Em C On a winter's night when everything is new D Em C On a winter's night when everything is new Em C G Mmmmm Em C G D Em C Oh, she said, "If my heart were a turntable, D Em C And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle," D Em C Oh, she said, "If my heart were a turntable, D Em C And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle." Em C G Em C G Em C G D Em C D Em C