# Jack Johnson - Taylor

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<table border="1" id="bkmrk-%5Bverse-1%5D%C2%A0-%C2%A0-%C2%A0-c-%C2%A0-%C2%A0" style="border-collapse: collapse; border-style: hidden; height: 697px; width: 100%;"><tbody><tr data-ln="11"><td style="width: 50%;">**\[Verse 1\]**  
 C C/B  
They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late  
Am F C C/B Am F  
complain, express ideas in her brain  
C C/B  
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,  
 Am F C C/B Am F  
you're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here  
 C C/B  
Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret  
Am F C C/B Am F  
working on the streets now, never gonna keep it  
 C C/B  
It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing  
 Am F C C/B Am  
that she would have listened to the words they said  
F  
Poor Taylor  
  
  
**\[Chorus\]**  
C C/B Am F C  
She just wanders around, unaffected by  
 C/B Am F C  
the winter winds and she'll pretend that  
 C/B Am F C  
she's somewhere else, so far and clear  
 C/B Am  
About two thousand miles from here  
  
  
**\[Verse 2\]**  
C C/B Am F  
Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window  
 C C/B Am F  
but Sunny Silhouette won't let him in  
C C/B Am F  
Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's been falling  
 C C/B Am F  
Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been</td><td style="width: 50%;">C C/B Am F  
He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul  
C C/B Am F  
now that Saturday is gone  
C C/B Am F  
Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way  
 C C/B Am  
but I can see  
 F  
that his brake lights are on  
  
  
**\[Chorus\]**  
C C/B Am F C  
He just wanders around, unaffected by  
 C/B Am F C  
the winter winds and he'll pretend that  
 C/B Am F C  
he's somewhere else, so far and clear  
 C/B Am  
About two thousand miles from here  
  
  
**\[Verse 3\]**  
 C C/B  
Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada  
Am F C C/B Am F  
giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill  
 C C/B  
Used to be a limber chicken, time's a been a ticking  
Am F  
Now she's finger licking to the man  
 C C/B  
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket  
Am F C Dadd4add9 F  
Only stopping by on his way to a better world  
 G C Dadd4add9 F  
If Taylor finds a better world  
 G C  
then Taylor's gonna run away</td></tr></tbody></table>