G
Jenny
Am
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
C
below a second storey room
G
to whistle you down
the man who's let to divvy up
Am
he's got a silver coin
C
only lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away
G
D
there's one rare and odd style of living
Am
G
D
part only known to the everybody Jenny
a comical where's the end parade
Am
G
of the sort people here would think unusual
D
Jenny
C
G
D
tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
C
G
D
far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon
(same as above)
Dm
that was a sigh
C
but not meant to envy you
Dm
when your age was mine
some things were sworn true
C
morning would come
Bb
and calendar pages had
Am
new printed seasons on
G
their opposite sides