Corrine Bailey Rae - Put your records on

^AThree little birds, sat o^Bn my window. ^DAnd they told me I don't need to worry. ^{A A}Summer came like cinnamon ^B So sweet, ^DLittle girls double-dutch on the concrete. ^A

^F#mMaybe sometime^Cs, we've got ^Ait wrong, but it's alright ^{A5 Dmaj7}The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same ^Dmaj7Oh, don't you hesitate.

^AGirl, put your records on, tell me your^B favourite song ^DYou go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get ^Byour dreams, ^DJust go ahead, let your^B hair down.

^DYou're gonna find yourself somewhere, so^Dmmehow. ^Dm5 Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely, Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside, (just relax, just relax) Don't you let those other boys fool you, Got to love that afro hair do.

^AGirl, put your records on, tell me your^B favourite song ^DYou go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get ^Byour dreams, ^DJust go ahead, let your^B hair down.

^DYou're gonna find yourself somewhere, so^Dmmehow. ^{Dm5 Bm}'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake ^F#mSome nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger ^BmWhen you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer? ^{D Dm}Do what you want to.

^AGirl, put your records on, tell me your^B favourite song ^DYou go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get ^Byour dreams, ^DJust go ahead, let your^B hair down.

^AGirl, put your records on, tell me your^B favourite song ^DYou go ahead, let your h^Aair down ^ASapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get ^Byour dreams, ^DJust go ahead, let your^B hair down.

^DYou're gonna find yourself somewhere, so^Dmmehow. ^Dm5