A Little Blue

Intro: D   A G   Bm   G A     Bm   G A     D   A G

    D                           A       G
You can't write a novel from a briefcase
    Bm                       G     A
You can write a poem from a trench
    Bm                      G      A
You can dream a dream from A___ to B
        D                          A    G
But you can't catch a bus from a bench

You don't back a horse called Striding Snail
You don't name your boat Titanic II
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up singing Little Blue

       D                G
Little Blue, how do you do
     Em
Your smile looks like heaven
                     A              D
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
       G
Little Blue
    Em
How can a flower so pretty
                      A
be so laden down with dew
         D
Little Blue

    Bb               Am
How can a flower so beautiful
      Bb              Am
be so laden down with dew
        D
Little Blue

You can't build a brewery on a cemetery
You can build a pub on a church
And people fall quicker than buildings do
You have to decide what comes first

You don't call a plane the Flying Roman
'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up singing Little Blue

Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue

A  G  Bm  G  A

       D                           A       G
Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
    Bm                      G    A
And Keats from the top of a hill
       Bm               G            A
So I'm going to save my special song for you
       D                               A
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill

                 Bb6               Am
'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
          Bb6            Am
On the horizon of your smile
     Bb6                    Am
When most think that you're holding back
  G                   A
I know you're holding bile

Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue

How can a flower so beautiful
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue