Beautiful South – Prettiest Eyes chords
Chords:
My acoustic version of this superb song, make sure to stick the capo on the second fret, and listen for the timings and pauses used throughout IF YOU LIKED IT RATE IT ! - flatwound - PRETTIEST EYES **** CAPO 2nd FRET ***** RIFF * D D e|--2-----0--2--------2-----0--2-----2--0-----| B|--3--0--------3-----3--3--------3-----------| G|--2-----------------2-----------------------| D|--------------------------------------------| A|--------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------|D G D E G DLine one, Is the time, That you, You first stayed over at mineE G D A G DAnd we drank our first bottle of wine, And we criedD G D E G DTwo, We're away, And we both, We both had nowhere to stayE G D A G D DWell the bus shelters always okay, When you're youngD G D GNow you're older and I look at your face, Every wrinkle is so easy to placeD Bm A AAnd I only write them down just in case, That you dieA D Bm G AJust take a look at these crows feet Just look, Sitting on the prettiest eyesD Bm G ASixty twentyfifth of Decembers, Fiftynine Fourth of July'sG A D BmNot through the age or the failure children, Not through the hate or despiseD Bm A DTake a good look at these crows feet, Sitting on the prettiest eyes *RIFF*D G D E G DLine three, I forget, But I think, I think it was our first ever betE G D A G DAnd the horse we backed was short of a leg, NevermindD G D E G DFour, In a park, And the things, The things that people do in the darkE G D A G D DI could hear the faintest beat of your heart, Then we didD G D GNow you're older and I look at your face, Every wrinkle is so easy to placeD Bm A AAnd I only write them down just in case, You should dieA D Bm G AJust take a look at these crows feet Just look, Sitting on the prettiest eyesD Bm G ASixty twentyfifth of Decembers, Fiftynine Fourth of July'sG A D BmYou can't have too many good times children, You can't have too many linesD Bm A DTake a good look at these crows feet, Sitting on the prettiest eyes *RIFF*D G DWell my eyes look like a map, Of the townD G DAnd my teeth are either yellow, Or they're brownG A D BmBut you'll never hear the crack of a frown when you are hereG A D G D G DYou'll never hear the crack, Of a frown, Of a frown, Of a frown