The ballad of Lucy Jordan (1979)    (video)

 

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1.            The morning sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan

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    in a white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town.

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    As she lay there 'neath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers,

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    till the world turned to orange, and the room went spinning round.

                            

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At the age of thirty-seven she realized she'd never ride

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through Paris in a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair.

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So she let the phone keep ringing, as she sat there softly singing,

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the nursery rhymes she'd memorize in her daddy's easy chair.

 

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2. Her husband is off to work and the kids are off to school,

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    and there were, oh, so many ways, for her to spend a day.

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    She could clean the house for hours, or re-arrange the flowers,

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    or make it through the shady stream, screaming all the way. 

 

+  CHORUS

 

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3. The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan,

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    on the roof top where she climbed, when all the laughter grew too loud.

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And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached to her with his hands,

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    and led her down to a long white car that waited, past the crowd.

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    At the age of thirty-seven she knew that she'd found heaven,

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    as she rode along through Paris, with the warm wind in her hair....

 

    (Marianne Faithful)