Prettiest Eyes

	  		
 

 




And we drank our first bottle of wine      And we cried  

Well the bus-shelter's always OK           When you're young  


Chorus (Strum) 
           C                        F 
Now you're older and I look at your face  
      C                     F 
Every wrinkle is so easy to place  
      C                            Am 
And I only write them down just in case  
         G              G 
That you die  
                           C                Am 
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look  
F                        G 
Sitting on the prettiest eyes  
C             Am 
Sixty 25th of Decembers  
F                 G 
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys  
F                          G 
Not through the age or the failure, children  
C                       Am 
Not through the hate or despise  
C                         Am 
Take a good look at these crows feet  
G                        (Begin plucking verse again) 
Sitting on the prettiest eyes  



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Line three I forget                          But I think, I think it was our first ever bet  

Line four in a park                          And the things, the things that people do in the dark  

 
And the horse we backed was short of a leg    Never mind  

I could hear the faintest beat of your heart  Then we did 



           C                        F 
Now you're older and I look at your face  
      C                     F 
Every wrinkle is so easy to place  
      C                            Am 
And I only write them down just in case  
         G              G 
That you die  
                           C                Am 
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look  
F                        G 
Sitting on the prettiest eyes  
C             Am 
Sixty 25th of Decembers  
F                 G 
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys  
F                          G 
Not through the age or the failure, children  
C                       Am 
Not through the hate or despise  
C                         Am 
Take a good look at these crows feet  
G                        (Begin plucking verse again) 
Sitting on the prettiest eyes  


        C                F          C             C 
Well my eyes look like a map of the town  
       C                F                 C             C 
And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown  
           Dm             G          C 
But you'll never hear the crack of a frown  
             Am 
When you are here  
       F              G 
You'll never hear the crack  
     (Begin 1st bar of intro and repeat)      C 
Of a frown