La version de Mariane Faithfull est probablement plus connue, en tout cas en Europe, mais l'originale est sacrément bonne également. 5 malheureux accords, entre débutant au ukulélé et apprenti Jedi pour une chanson fabuleuse qui me donne encore un peu de mal pour tenir un arpège basique pendant 3'. à vous de jouer.
The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban townAs she lay there ’neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinninground.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in herhair.
So she let the phone keepringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.Her husband, he’s off to work and the kids are off to school, And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in herhair.
So she let the phone keepringing as she sat there softly singing prettynursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan on the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loudAnd she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand, and he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she’d found forever as she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair
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pour une chanson fabuleuse qui me donne encore un peu de mal pour tenir un arpège basique pendant 3'. à vous de jouer. 
The morning sun touched 
lightly on the 
eyes of Lucy 
white suburban town
As she 
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