The Mamas & The Papas – Twelve Thirty (Guitar)

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Twelve Thirty: The Mamas And The Papas #20 in 1967 #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            Dm           G     G7 Eb G
   Outside my window was a steeple,

Am                   Ab                 G    G7 G G7
   with a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
CHORUS:
C                               G
  Young girls are coming to the canyon,

F            Am                      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               Dm                G    F Eb G
   To feel these changes happening in me,

Am            Ab            G      G7 G G7
   but not to notice till I feel it.
CHORUS:
C                               G
  Young girls are coming to the canyon,

F            Am                      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            D              G     F Eb G
   Vibrations bounce in no direction,

Am               Ab             G      G7 G G7
   but lie there shattered into fragments.
CHORUS:
C                               G
  Young girls are coming to the canyon,

F            Am                      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)
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