Corrine Bailey Rae - Put your records on

^GThree little birds, ^Am7sat on my window. ^CAnd they told me I don't need to worr^Gy. ^GSummer came like cinnamon^Am7. So sweet, ^CLittle girls double-dutch on the con^Gcrete.

^Am7Maybe s^Cometimes, we've ^Ggot it wrong, but it's ^Dalright The ^Am7more things seem to chang^Ce, the ^Gmore they stay the same

N.C.

Oh, don't you hesitate.

^GGirl, put your records on, ^Dtell me your favourite song ^CYou go ahead, let your ^Ghair down ^GSapphire and faded jeans, ^DI hope you get your dreams, ^CJust go ahead, let your ^Ghair down.

^Am7You're gonna find yourself ^Csomewhere,

N.C.

somehow. ^GBlue as the sky, sun^Am7burnt and lonely, S^Cipping tea in a bar by the roadside, ^G(just relax, just relax) D^Gon't you let those other ^Am7boys fool you, ^C Got to love that afro hair do. ^{G Am7} Maybe ^Csometimes, we fe^Gel afraid, but it's alr^Dight The ^Am7more you stay the same, t^Che more^G they seem to change. Don'

N.C

t you think it's strange?

^GGirl, put your records on, ^Dtell me your favourite song ^CYou go ahead, let your ^Ghair down ^GSapphire and faded jeans, ^DI hope you get your dreams, ^CJust go ahead, let your ^Ghair down.

^Am7You're gonna find yourself ^Csomewhere,

N.C.

somehow.

^Am7'Twas more than I could take, ^Cpity for pity's sake ^GSome nights kept me awake,

N.C.

I thought that I was stronger ^Am7When you gonna realise, ^Cthat you don't even have to ^Gtry any longer? ^DDo what you want to.

^GGirl, put your records on, ^Dtell me your favourite song ^CYou go ahead, let your ^Ghair down ^GSapphire and faded jeans, ^DI hope you get your dreams, ^CJust go ahead, let your ^Ghair down.

G^Girl, put your records on, t^Dell me your favourite song ^CYou go ahead, let your ^Ghair down ^GSapphire and faded jeans, ^DI hope you get your dreams, ^CJust go ahead, let your ^Ghair down.

^Am7Oh, you're gonna find yours^Celf somewhe

N.C.

re, somehow.