Early Mornin' Rain Tone chuan Bb. Capo 3 choi G Intro: [Db] [A#m] [Bb] [D7] [Db]=== [Db]In the early mornin' [A#m]rain, [Bb] with a [D7]dollar in my [Db]hand, And an achin' in my [Bb]heart, [D7]and my pocket's full of [Db]sand. [Db]I'm a long way from [Bb]home, [D7]and I miss my loved one [Db]so, In the early mornin' [A#m]rain, [Bb] [D7]with no place to [Db]go. [Db]Out on runway number [A#m]nine, [Bb] [D7]big 707 set to [Db]go. But I'm out here on the [Bb]grass, [D7]where the pavement never [Db]grows. Well the liquor tasted [Bb]good, [D7]and the women all were [Db]fast. [Db]There she goes my [A#m]friend, [Bb] [D7]she's rollin' down at [Db]last. [Db]Hear the mighty engines [A#m]roar, [Bb] [D7]see the silver wing on [Db]high. [Db]She's away and westward [Bb]bound, [D7]far above the clouds she [Db]flies. [Db]Where the mornin' rain don't [Bb]fall, [D7]and the sun always [Db]shines. [Db]She'll be flyin' o'er my [A#m]home, [Bb] [D7]in about three hours [Db]time. [Db]This old airport's got me [A#m]down, [Bb] [D7]it's no earthly good to [Db]me. [Db]Cause I'm stuck here on the [Bb]ground, [D7]cold and drunk as I might [Db]be. [Db]Can't jump a jet [Bb]plane, [D7]like I can a freight [Db]train. [Db]So I'd best be on my [A#m]way, [Bb] [D7]in the early mornin' [Db]rain. [Db]So I'd best be on my [Bb]way, [D7]in the early mornin' [Db]rain.⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Gordon Lightfoot

Monday Morning [Eb]Early one mornin' one [E7]mornin' in [Bb]spring To [Eb]hear the birds [G7]whistle the [A#]nightingales [E7]sing I [Bb]met a fair [G7]maiden who [Bb]sweetly did [G7]sing I'm [Bb]going to be [Eb]married next [E7]Monday mor-[Bb]nin’ [Eb]How old are you my [E7]fair young [Bb]maid [Eb]Here in this [G7]valley this [A#]valley so [E7]green [Bb] How old are [G7]you my [Bb]fair young [G7]maid I'm [Bb]goin' to be [Eb]sixteen next [E7]Monday mor-[Bb]nin’Well [Eb]sixteen years old, that's [E7]too young for to [Bb]marrySo [Eb]take my ad-[G7]vice five years [A#]longer to tar-[E7]ryFor [Bb]marriage brings [G7]troubles and [Bb]sorrows be-[G7]gin So [Bb]put off your [Eb]wedding for [E7]Monday mor-[Bb]nin’[Eb]You talk like a mad man, a [E7]man with no [Bb]skill Two [Eb]years I've been [G7]waiting a-[A#]gainst my own [E7]will [Bb]Now I'm de-[G7]termined to [Bb]have my own [G7]way And [Bb]I'm goin' to be [Eb]married next [E7]Monday mor-[Bb]nin’[Eb]Next Monday mornin' the [E7]bells they will [Bb]ring My [Eb]true love will [G7]buy me a [A#]gay golden [E7]ring [Bb]Also he'll [G7]buy me a [Bb]new pretty [G7]gown To [Bb]wear at my [Eb]wedding next [E7]Monday mor-[Bb]nin’[Eb]Next Monday night when [E7]I go to my [Bb]bed And [Eb]I turn [G7]round to the [A#]man that I've [E7]wed A-[Bb]round his [G7]middle my [Bb]wo arms I will [Db]fling And I [Bb]wish to my [Eb]soul it was [E7]Monday mor-[Bb]nin’ ⠀ Sáng tác: Lindsey Buckingham