Song Name: | At Seventeen (chromatic) | By: | Janis Ian |
Posted By: | WaltP | Difficulty: | Beginner |
Key: | Any | Genre: | Pop |
Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
Created: | 2008-07-27 20:07:27 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | AT SEVENTEEN
I learned the truth at sev-en-teen 3 -5 5 5 5 -4 4 4 That love was meant for beau-ty queens 3 6 -5 -5 -5 5* -5 -5 And high school girls 3 6 -5 -5 with clear skinned smiles 5 5 -4 -4 Who mar-ried young and then re-tired. 3 -5 5 5 -4 -4 -3 -3 The val-en-tines I nev-er knew 3 -5 5 5 5 -4 4 4 The Fri-day night cha-rades of youth 3 6 -5 -5 -5 5* -5 -5 Were spent on one more beau-ti-ful 3 6 -5 -5 5 5 -4 -4 At sev-en-teen I learned the truth. 3 -5 5 5 -4 -4 5 5 And those of us with rav-aged fa- ces 7 7 7 7 -5* 7* 7 7-6-5* -6 Lack-ing in the soc-ial gra-ces -6 -6 -6 -5 7 -6 -5* -5 Des-prate-ly re-mained at home -5 -5* -5* -5 -5 -5* -5* In-vent-ing lov-ers on the phone 3 -5 -5* -5* -5* -5 -5* -5* Who called to say come dance with me 7 7 7* -6 -5* -6 7 -5* And mur-mured vague ob-scen-i-ties 3 -5 -5* -5* -5* 5 -5 -5* It is n't all it seems 3 5 -5 -5 5 -5 At sev-en-teen. 3 5 -5 -5 A brown eyed girl in hand me downs Whose name I never could pronounce Said, Pity please the ones who serve They only get what they deserve. The rich relationed hometown queen Married into what she needs A guarantee of company And haven for the elderly. Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain Indebentures of quality And dubious integrity. Their small town eyes will gape at you In dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received At seventeen. To those of us who know the pain Of valentines that never came, And those whose names were never called When choosing sides for basketball. It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today And dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me. We all play the game and when we dare To cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown That call and say, come dance with me And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me At seventeen. * means push the button |