Fiction Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 It seems Gtoo good to be true

 But there’s a gCirl in Kansas City

 With my Gfavourite tattoo

 Oh Amwhy would I Clie to yGou?

 This was Cin another century

 Somewhere Gnear the summer’s end

 The Cfahrenheit was frightening

 I was Gawake the whole weekend

 InCvited to a barbecue

 I found Grefuge in the kitchen

 Discussing pCost-war US literature

 With a girl whose Gupper arm read “fiction”

 Like it Ammight have beeCn typeGwritten

C G – C G

 When I Casked her its significance

 She said she Gsometimes took reminding

 What she Cwanted to be doing

 Whether Greading it or writing

 I admCitted admiration

 For both Gtypeface and intent

 And said more sCoftly — sotto voce —

 I knew Gtoo well what she meant

 She just Amsmiled and in Ca while she Gwent

DmFor a time I Amforgot this ever took Gplace

 She left her bottle on the bookcaCse

G – C G – C G – C G – C G – C G

 So though I lCeave you little option

 But to Gtake me at my word

 I asCsure you, dearest listener

 That it Ghappened as you’ve heard

 A beeCr left on a bookshelf

 At a Gbygone barbecue

 By a gCirl from Kansas City

 With my Gfavourite tattoo

 Oh Amwhy would I lCie to youG?

 Oh Amwhy would I lCie to youG?

 Oh Amwhy would I lCie? G