Tim Buckley – Martha (Ukulele)

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[Intro]
    C  G7  C  G7  Am  G   F   C  G7  C  G7   Am   G   F
A|:--------------------------|---------------------------|
E|:------------0-0h1--0------|-------------0-0h1---0-----|
C|:-0------0---------2-0-0h2-|-0------0----------2---2-0-|
G|:--4-2-0--4-2--------------|--4-2-0---4-2--------------|
[Verse 1]
C   G7     C       G7          Am      G    F
Operator, number please, it's been so many years

  C       G7     C      G7       Am     G         F
She’ll remember my old voice,  while I fight the tears?

 C          A     Dm       G7        C       A      Dm
It’s been twenty years or more now, Martha please recall

     C      A        Dm       G7         Am    G       F   F7
And meet me out for coffee, where we’ll talk about it all
[Chorus]
  C                 F          C           F
Those were days of roses,  of poetry and prose

                   C       F       Dm       F      C
And Martha, all I had was you, and all you had was me

  C             F           C                   F
There was no tomorrow,  we packed away all our sorrows

                   C     Dm F  C
And we saved them for a rainy day
[Middle eight]
    C  G7  C  G7  Am  G   F   C  G7  C  G7   Am   G   F
A|:--------------------------|---------------------------|
E|:------------0-0h1--0------|-------------0-0h1---0-----|
C|:-0------0---------2-0-0h2-|-0------0----------2---2-0-|
G|:--4-2-0--4-2--------------|--4-2-0---4-2--------------|
[Verse 2]
C      G7        C    G7          Am          G     F
I feel so much older now, oh and you're much older too

 C         G7        C         G7
How's the husband,  how's the kids?

             Am      G       F
You know that I got married too

 C          A   Dm      G7           C     A       Dm
Guess that our being together,  was never meant to be

     C     A  Dm  G7    Am        G         F   F7
But Martha,  Martha, I loved you can’t you see
[Chorus]
  C                 F          C           F
Those were days of roses,  of poetry and prose

                   C       F       Dm       F      C
And Martha, all I had was you, and all you had was me

  C             F           C                   F
There was no tomorrow,  we packed away all our sorrows

                       C       Dm F   C
And  we  saved  them  for  a  rainy  day

  C                 F       C           F
Those were days of roses,  poetry and prose

                   C       F       Dm       F      C
And Martha, all I had was you, and all you had was me