RIGHT FOR THE TIME
written and performed by Waylon Jennings.
Verse 1:
[A] Almost out of adolescence
And [D]into a world we didn't kn[A]ow
Not necessary love
But in tr[D]ouble with a f[A]ire down[E] below
Looking b[A]ack for a feelin'
It's just s[D]omething far away and long ag[A]o
I can st[D]ill rec[A]all the n[E]ame
But she's really someone i don't even kn[A]ow
Chorus:
[A] But she was r[D]ight for the time
[A] She was r[D]ight f[A]or the t[E]ime
But time has a way of moving [A]on
Verse 2:
[A] I do recall a gypsy lady
And a y[D]ounger man in over his[A] head
I was her believer
Taken [D]in by every l[A]oving word[E] she said
It was th[A]ere for the first time
The sw[D]eet and the bitter taste of l[A]ove
When you're y[D]oung [A]and al[E]ive
Too much never seems to be en[A]ough
Verse 3: (a tone higher)
[B] It seems the young and the innocent
Are dr[E]awn like a moth to a fl[B]ame
To the wild and the reckless
Belie[E]ving they are [B]one in the[F#] same
She n[B]ever found a way
To sep[E]arate the good from the b[B]ad
And she n[E]ever u[B]nderst[F#]ood
That love was all we ever really h[B]ad
Verse bis:
[B] She was r[E]ight for the time
But time has a way of moving [B]on
With her eyes on tomor[F#]row
One day she turned around and i was g[B]one
I'd have to s[E]ay in a way
She just might be better off al[B]one
She was r[E]ight f[B]or the t[F#]ime
But time has a way of moving [B]on
written and performed by Waylon Jennings.
Verse 1:
[A] Almost out of adolescence
And [D]into a world we didn't kn[A]ow
Not necessary love
But in tr[D]ouble with a f[A]ire down[E] below
Looking b[A]ack for a feelin'
It's just s[D]omething far away and long ag[A]o
I can st[D]ill rec[A]all the n[E]ame
But she's really someone i don't even kn[A]ow
Chorus:
[A] But she was r[D]ight for the time
[A] She was r[D]ight f[A]or the t[E]ime
But time has a way of moving [A]on
Verse 2:
[A] I do recall a gypsy lady
And a y[D]ounger man in over his[A] head
I was her believer
Taken [D]in by every l[A]oving word[E] she said
It was th[A]ere for the first time
The sw[D]eet and the bitter taste of l[A]ove
When you're y[D]oung [A]and al[E]ive
Too much never seems to be en[A]ough
Verse 3: (a tone higher)
[B] It seems the young and the innocent
Are dr[E]awn like a moth to a fl[B]ame
To the wild and the reckless
Belie[E]ving they are [B]one in the[F#] same
She n[B]ever found a way
To sep[E]arate the good from the b[B]ad
And she n[E]ever u[B]nderst[F#]ood
That love was all we ever really h[B]ad
Verse bis:
[B] She was r[E]ight for the time
But time has a way of moving [B]on
With her eyes on tomor[F#]row
One day she turned around and i was g[B]one
I'd have to s[E]ay in a way
She just might be better off al[B]one
She was r[E]ight f[B]or the t[F#]ime
But time has a way of moving [B]on