Mary Chapin Carpenter - He thinks hell keep her

^G She makes his coffee,^Em she makes his b^Ced ^G She does the laundry,^Em she keeps him f^Ced ^D When she was twenty-one she wo^Amre her mother's lace ^D She said forever with a ^Emsmile up^Con her f^Dace ^GShe does the carpool^Em, she PT^CA's ^GDoctors and dentists^Em, she drives all d^Cay ^DWhen she was twenty-nine she delive^Amred number three ^DAnd every christmas card showed a ^Emperfect f^Cami^Dly

^G Everyth^Ding runs right on t^Cime, years of pr^Dactice and des^Gign Spit and p^Dolish till it sh^Cines, he thinks he'll ^Dkeep her ^G Everyth^Ding is so ben^Cign, safest pl^Dace you'll ever f^Gind God forb^Did you'd change your m^Cind, he thinks he'll ^Dkeep her^{G Em C}

^GShe packs his suitcase,^Em she sits and wa^Cits ^GWith no expression upon^Em her f^Cace ^DWhen she was thirty-six she ^Ammet him at the door ^DShe said, "I'm sorry, I don't l^Emove you ^Canymo^Dre"

For ^Dfifteen years she had a job and n^Amot one raise in pay ^D Now she's in the typing pool at ^Emmini^Cmum w^Dage