Tone: [G]
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[G]Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll s[C]sail around the [G]world
[Am]I will be your Ferdinand and y[Em]you my wayward girl
How m[Am]many nights of talking in hot[D]hotel rooms can you take?
How m[Am]many nights of limping round on [D]pagan holidays?
Oh elo[C]elope with me in private and we’ll [Em]set something ablaze
a t[Am]rail for the d[D]evil to er[Em]ase
[G]San Francisco’s calling us, the [C]Giants and Mets will [G]play
[Am]Piazza, New York catcher, are you [Em]straight or are you gay?
We [Am]hung about the stadium, we’ve [D]got no place to stay
We [Am]hung about the tenderloin and [D]tenderly you tell
About the [C]saddest book you ever read, it [Em]always makes you cry
The [Am]statue’s crying [D]too and well he [Em]may
I [G]love you I’ve a drowning grip on [C]your adoring [G]face
I [Am]love you my responsibili[Em]responsibility has found a place
Be[Am]Beside you and strong warnings in the [D]guise of gentle words
Come [Am]wave upon me from the wider [D]family net absurd
“You’ll take [C]care of her, I know it, you will [Em]do a better job”
[Am]Maybe, but [D]not what she de[Em]deserves
El[G]Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll [C]drink ourselves [G]awake
We’ll [Am]taste the coffee houses and aw[Em]award certificates
a [Am]privy seal to keep the feel of [D]1960 style
We’ll [Am]comment on the decor and we’ll [D]help the passer by
And at [C]dusk when work is over we’ll con[Em]continue the debate
In a [Am]borrowed bedroom [D]virginal and s[Em]spare
The [G]catcher hits for .318 and [C]catches every [G]day
The [Am]pitcher puts religion first and [Em]rests on holidays
He [Am]goes into cathedrals and lies [D]prostrate on the floor
He [Am]knows the drink affects his speed he’s [D]praying for
a doorway
Back in[C]into the life he wants and the conf[Em]confession of the bench
[Am]Life outside the [D]diamond is a [Em]wrench
I [G]wish that you were here with me to [C]pass the dull [G]weekend
I [Am]know it wouldn’t come to love, my [Em]heroine pretend
a [Am]lady stepping from the songs we [D]love until this day
You’d [Am]settle for an epitaph like “[D]“Walk Away, Renee”
The sun up[C]upon the roof in winter will draw [Em]you out like
a flower
[Am]Meet you at the [D]statue in an [Em]hour
[Am]Meet you at the [D]statue in an [Em]hour
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