Old Age Killed My Teenage Bride ukulele

Old Age Killed My Teenage Bride

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(intro) E G E G E G D    E G E G E G D

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It was a natural state of affairs; it was a quiet ambition of hers
          E                    G              E              D
She had a room overlooking the lawn; it was a perfect August morn
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And with a crossword clue in her head, “Origin of Species” read
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“King James” under the bed.

D                          C              D           E
No broken bones, no gaping wound about 10 centimetres wide
C           D                E    C               D           E
No sword protruding from her side, it’s just like Dr Forbes implied
C       D                 E        G E G E G D
Old age killed my teenage bride.

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She didn’t care for adrenaline sports, never learned any difficult chords
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Did she ever have a scrap with a bear? If she did, I wasn’t there
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And yesterday at a hundred and one, she had a shower, cup of tea and a scone
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And just as “Cash In The Attic” came on.

D                           C                 D                   E
Such sweet delight upon her face, no armed response team stood outside
C        D               E    C             D               E
No torso washed upon the tide, it could not be more cut and dried
C       D                 E       G E D E D E      E G E G E G E G
Old age killed my teenage bride.

             E                     G                   E                    G
And when she reached her centenary year, they gathered round her wanting to hear
        E                   G                    E            G
All the tips on staying the course; she said “At 21 I got a divorce
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And I hold no particular creed, I’ve never coveted things I don’t need
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Under ladders I walked without fuss ‘cos it stopped me getting hit by a bus”.

        C             D               E
And she turned to the children at her side
          C                     D                 E
And said “Take the good and the bad times in your stride”
   C            D                 E
And “Abseil for no-one”, then she died
     C        D                 E
Seems old age killed my teenage bride
D       E         D       E
Teenage bride, my teenage bride.

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