Mrs Steven Rudy

A D A I get up on Sundays a-bout eight fif-teen A D A Just to get the paper that I never read A D A Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe A D A Sittin' on her front porch painting on her toes E Her husband always on the road A D E D Hey Mrs. Steven Ruby you don't know what you do to me D E D A Every night I dream one day of being with you A D E D Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty A D E A But that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to you A A E D A A E D A D A Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night A D A Cause he and Mr. Ugly have had another fight A D A We talk awhile I hear her smile then she says thank you A D E A I tell her that she's welcome like any friend would do E I only wish that she knew Go to chorus A A A E A A A A E A D A I-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion I'm what she deserves A A A E A A A A E A D A E I won-der if she thinks a-bout me the way I think about her