A (nc) A D Bm
Hey Joyce, rock and roll never gave you a voice
It's never [E]given you so much as a la[A]ment
So I [F]went to the store and I [Bb]bought a guitar
To be[E]stow this accolade on [A]you, just [A7]you
Not [D]Sally, Carrie Ann or Peggy [E]Sue
I'm gonna [A]spend my next half [F]day with a [E7]girl called [A]Joyce;
Gonna [F]possibly stop at Te[E7]bay with a girl called [A]joyce.[D][A][E][A]
Hey [A]Joyce, I know you're [D]not as far out as Ronnie [Bm]Boyce
And I'm a[E]ware that you've got a few [A]quirks
But it [F]hurts when I hear all the [Bb]songs to Maria
Well, we [E]haven't really done with [A]J or [A7]K
[D]Much to my dis[E]may
When the [A]bad gets worse I [F]turn to a [E7]girl called [A]Joyce;
F E7 A D A E A (x2)
Gonna lose myself in the thrall of a girl called Joyce.
Slower [A]ball........ Paris [D]Fashion Week caught me off [Bm]guard
I was [E]busy with trellising the [A]yard
In a [F]springless cart on a [Bb]sunless day
As the [E]laudanum shortage [A]dawns, two [A7]fauns
[D]Lead me through the [E]glade
Where the [A]gods have dumped Di[F]ana for a [E7]girl called [A]Joyce;
And dis[F]played on high is a [E7]banner in support of [A]Joyce.
And the [F]brook runs crystal [E]clear
And the [A]brook runs crystal [E]clear
And the [F]brook runs crystal [E]clear
(nc) A A E A7
And the wind cries Joyce.
Hey Joyce, rock and roll never gave you a voice
It's never [E]given you so much as a la[A]ment
So I [F]went to the store and I [Bb]bought a guitar
To be[E]stow this accolade on [A]you, just [A7]you
Not [D]Sally, Carrie Ann or Peggy [E]Sue
I'm gonna [A]spend my next half [F]day with a [E7]girl called [A]Joyce;
Gonna [F]possibly stop at Te[E7]bay with a girl called [A]joyce.[D][A][E][A]
Hey [A]Joyce, I know you're [D]not as far out as Ronnie [Bm]Boyce
And I'm a[E]ware that you've got a few [A]quirks
But it [F]hurts when I hear all the [Bb]songs to Maria
Well, we [E]haven't really done with [A]J or [A7]K
[D]Much to my dis[E]may
When the [A]bad gets worse I [F]turn to a [E7]girl called [A]Joyce;
F E7 A D A E A (x2)
Gonna lose myself in the thrall of a girl called Joyce.
Slower [A]ball........ Paris [D]Fashion Week caught me off [Bm]guard
I was [E]busy with trellising the [A]yard
In a [F]springless cart on a [Bb]sunless day
As the [E]laudanum shortage [A]dawns, two [A7]fauns
[D]Lead me through the [E]glade
Where the [A]gods have dumped Di[F]ana for a [E7]girl called [A]Joyce;
And dis[F]played on high is a [E7]banner in support of [A]Joyce.
And the [F]brook runs crystal [E]clear
And the [A]brook runs crystal [E]clear
And the [F]brook runs crystal [E]clear
(nc) A A E A7
And the wind cries Joyce.
