Shelly Fairchild

Eight Crazy Hours In The Story Of Love

Shelly Fairchild


Tom: Em

C    G    D      C    G     D


[Verse 1]
C                G
It was somethin' as simple
              D
As makin' the bed
C                   G
That kicked off the voice
C               G
Inside her head
         G
She was smoothin' the sheet
         G
With the palm of her hand
D
When the thought struck home
Em               F     C      C
   "I don't know who I am"


[Verse 2]
C                 G
And she sat cross-legged
               D
On the bedroom floor

And thought
         C                G
"There's 3 people in this house
     F                 C
That don't need me anymore."


[Pre-Chorus]
F                     C
  And she cried like a baby
D
In a pile of dirty clothes


[Chorus]
Em                    B
Oh, should I be more care free
G                F#m
Should I be more sexy
C                Em           B
Should I be more friend, than mom
Em                B
And the dryer was buzzin'
G              F#m
And the TV was blarin'
    Am/C                       G
And she wanted to call, her mother


[Verse 2]
C                   G
It was somethin' as simple
            D          C        G
As checkin' in to that cheap motel
F              C
Out on Highway 10
       Em           D
Was it the sting of leavin'
         C          G
Or usin' her maiden name
     Am              Em
That took all of the fun
    Am      F
Out of runnin' away


[Pre-Chorus]
F                    C
And she cried like a baby
G                  D
In the tub of room 5


[Chorus]
Em                    B
Oh, should I be more care free
Em       G       F#m
Should I be more sexy
C                Em           B
Should I be more friend, than mom
Em                B
And her head was buzzin'
Em      G        F#m
And the TV was blarin'
     Am           C             G
And she wanted to call, her husband


[Instrumental]
C   G   C    G   D
C   G   D    G


[Verse 3]
C                   G
It was somethin' as simple
                  D    C                G
As pickin' up the kids That brought her back
F
to Earth a - gain
       Em                          D
She'd been to the dark side of the moon
    C                   G
She had to keep it to herself
          Am                  Em
So she grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken
F          C    G     D
For supper


[Chorus]
D           Em           B
Ah, but she looked more care free
         G          F#m
And she looked more sexy
Am       C                       B
And she looked more friend, than mom
     G        Em       B
And the table talk was buzzin'
        Em         F#m
And the TV, it was blarin'
         C                           D
And they all sat and laughed at each other


[Outro]
       C            G
It was somethin' as simple
   D
As not givin' up
G         D      G
And eight crazy hours
D          C     G
In the story of love