Twelve-thirty Young Girls Are Coming To The Canyon(Ukulele chords)

	        

Verse 1:

Am  Am/G    D                G  G7  G6  G 
  I used to live in New York City 
Am  Am/G     Dm                 G  G7  G6  G 
  Everything there was dark and dirty 
Am   Am/G    Dm            G  Eb  Cm7  G 
  Outside my window was a steeple 
Am                  Ab                 G     Gadd11  G 
  with a clock that always said twelve-thirty 


 
C                              G7 
 Young girls are coming to the canyon 
F           Am                      G7 
 And in the mornings I can see them walking 
C                        G7 
 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn 
F            Fm               C 
 And I can't keep myself from talking 

Verse 2:

Am  Am/G       D                  G  G7  G6  G 
 At first, so strange, to feel so friendly 
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 To say good morning and really mean it 
Am  Am/G       Dm           G       Eb  Cm7  G 
 To feel these changes happening in me 
Am            Ab          G      Gadd11  G 
 But not to notice till I feel it 



C                              G7 
 Young girls are coming to the canyon 
F           Am                      G7 
 And in the mornings I can see them walking 
C                        G7 
 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn 
F            Fm               C 
 And I can't keep myself from talking 

Verse 3:

Am  Am/G   D                G  G7  G6  G 
    Cloudy waters cast no reflection 
Am   Am/G   Dm                G  G7  G6  G 
  Images of beauty lie there stagnant 
Am  Am/G     Dm             G  Eb  Cm7  G 
  Vibrations bounce in no direction 
Am             Ab             G        G7 
 And lie there shattered into fragments 



C                              G7 
 Young girls are coming to the canyon (Young girls are coming to the canyon) 
F           Am                      G7 
 And in the mornings I can see them walking (In the mornings I can see them walking) 
C                        G7 
 I can no longer keep my blinds drawn (I can no longer keep my blinds drawn) 
F            Fm               C 
 And I can't keep myself from talking 
C                              G7 
 Young girls are coming to the canyon 
F           Am                      G7 
 And in the mornings I can see them walking