Miss Trudy

Cmaj7 Dm G I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons Cmaj7 One minute she was fine, the next she started throwing her violins across the room Dm G Cmaj7 Dm G Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to sing Cmaj7 Dm G Miss Trudy, she teaches the violin Cmaj7 Dm G But when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things she F#m G#m C#m dried her eyes and cried... F#m G#m C#m la la la la la la la la la Cmaj7 Dm G Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violins Cmaj7 Dm G Miss Trudy, she taught all the girls to sing Am G Dm And when she cries, she cries for only her Am G Dm The remains of twenty wooden violins scattered across the floor Cmaj7 Dm G 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4, Cmaj7 Dm G 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4, Cmaj7 Dm G 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4, Cmaj7 Dm G 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4, Am G Dm And when she cries, she cries only for her Am G Dm Her teardrops fall on my violin on the floor Cmaj7 Dm G Miss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing Cmaj7