MARTHA by Tom Waits
[D] [A7] [D] [A7] [Bm] [A] [G] [D] [A7] [D] [A7] [Bm][A][G]
[D]Oper[A7]ator, [D]number [A7]please, it's [Bm]been so [A]many [G]years.
[D]She'll re[A7]member [D]my old [A7]voice [Bm]while I [A]fight the [G]tears.
[D]Hello, [B7]hello there. [Em]Is this [A7]Martha? [D]This is [B7]ol' Tom [Em]Frost. [A7]
[D]I am [B7]calling [Em]long [A7]distance, don't [Bm]worry [A]about the [G]cost.
[D]It's been [B7]fourteen [Em]years or [A7]more now; [D]Martha, [B7]please re[Em]call,[A7]
And [D]meet me [B7]out for [Em]coffee [A]where we'll [Bm]talk [A]about it [G]all.
[D]And those were days of [G]roses, of [D]poetry and [G]prose
And Martha, [Bm]all I had was [G]you and all you [Em]had [A]was [D]me.[G]
[D]There was no to[G]morrow, we [D]packed away our [G]sorrows
And we [Bm]saved them for a [G]rai[A]ny [D]day.[G][D][A7][D][A7][Bm][A][G]
I feel so much old now, you're much older too.
How's the husband, how's the kids?
You know that I got married too.
Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure.
We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am.
All that really mattered then was that I was a man.
Guess that our bein' together wasn't meant to be.
Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you.
"Here's a song that I like to play.
Print it out, play it and pass it around.
If you like it, send me one of your favourites."
Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca
Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160
[D] [A7] [D] [A7] [Bm] [A] [G] [D] [A7] [D] [A7] [Bm][A][G]
[D]Oper[A7]ator, [D]number [A7]please, it's [Bm]been so [A]many [G]years.
[D]She'll re[A7]member [D]my old [A7]voice [Bm]while I [A]fight the [G]tears.
[D]Hello, [B7]hello there. [Em]Is this [A7]Martha? [D]This is [B7]ol' Tom [Em]Frost. [A7]
[D]I am [B7]calling [Em]long [A7]distance, don't [Bm]worry [A]about the [G]cost.
[D]It's been [B7]fourteen [Em]years or [A7]more now; [D]Martha, [B7]please re[Em]call,[A7]
And [D]meet me [B7]out for [Em]coffee [A]where we'll [Bm]talk [A]about it [G]all.
[D]And those were days of [G]roses, of [D]poetry and [G]prose
And Martha, [Bm]all I had was [G]you and all you [Em]had [A]was [D]me.[G]
[D]There was no to[G]morrow, we [D]packed away our [G]sorrows
And we [Bm]saved them for a [G]rai[A]ny [D]day.[G][D][A7][D][A7][Bm][A][G]
I feel so much old now, you're much older too.
How's the husband, how's the kids?
You know that I got married too.
Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure.
We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am.
All that really mattered then was that I was a man.
Guess that our bein' together wasn't meant to be.
Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you.
"Here's a song that I like to play.
Print it out, play it and pass it around.
If you like it, send me one of your favourites."
Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca
Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160
