Kris Kristofferson - The ladys not for sale

^GShe longed to be a lady, ^C When she was just a ch^Gild; ^C But where the grass was gr^Geener, L^Emord ^A7 She done her growin' w^Dild.^{Dsus4 D} Then she tr^Gied to spread her tender wings, ^C And never left the gr^Gound; So she t^Curned to dr^Deams ^G at sweet sixt^Emeen ^C And w^Doke up coming d^Gown.

But she tr^Cies in her way climbing h^Gighe^Gsus4r, ^G And she d^A7ies each time she fa^Dils^Dsus4; ^D So g^Cive her a home, ^Gor leave her al^Emone; ^C The l^Dady's not for sale.

She a^Gin't ashamed to show her soul, ^C She'll sell it for a s^Gong. ^C But free don't mean she's e^Gasy ^{Em A7} Or right for going wr^Dong. So l^Get her be the lady, Lord, She w^Cants so bad to b^Ge; And l^Cet her w^Din ^G the gentle ^Emman ^C That s^Dhe was born to pl^Gease.

'Cause she tr^Cies climbing h^Gigh^Gsus4er, ^G And she d^A7ies each time she fa^Dils; So g^Cive her a home, ^Gor leave her al^Emone; ^C The l^Dady's not for sale.