Biography:
John Edmund Andrew Phillips (August 30, 1935 – March 18, 2001), was an American singer, guitarist, and songwriter. Known as Papa John, Phillips was a member and leader of the singing group The Mamas & the Papas.
Phillips was born in Parris Island, South Carolina. His father was a retired United States Marine Corps officer who won an Oklahoma bar from another Marine in a poker game on the way home from France after World War I. His mother was a Cherokee Native his father met in Oklahoma.
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In the morning through my window creeping
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Sunlight chasin' colors on my wall
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By my side, she lay sleeping
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Cradled in
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Her antique shawl
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Tuck her 'neath my cover
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Watch her face settle in my down
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I suppose we were lovers
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She was good, good to have around
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Some things are for keeping (no)
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Some things are too good and they go
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I remember market place in Tangiers
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Standing there
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Beggars all around her legs and she looked like an angel
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From a second story window caught a glimpse of someone's life
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And it was mine
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And my face was dark and dirty
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And I'd been crying
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Tuck her 'neath your cover
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Got a love keep her there
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Make love all the time
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I suppose we all need lovers
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And you know everything comes in time
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She looked like an angel
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F Em G
Am Dm G C
In the morning through my window creeping
Am Dm G C
Sunlight chasin' colors on my wall
F G C
By my side, she lay sleeping
F
Cradled in
Bb G
Her antique shawl
G Am
Am Dm G C
Tuck her 'neath my cover
Am Dm G C
Watch her face settle in my down
F G C
I suppose we were lovers
F Bb G C
She was good, good to have around
F Em Dm C
Some things are for keeping (no)
F Em G
Some things are too good and they go
C G Am
I remember market place in Tangiers
Em
Standing there
F C F G
Beggars all around her legs and she looked like an angel
C G Am Em
From a second story window caught a glimpse of someone's life
F
And it was mine
C Dm
And my face was dark and dirty
G C
And I'd been crying
Am Dm G C
Tuck her 'neath your cover
Am Dm
Got a love keep her there
G C
Make love all the time
F G C
I suppose we all need lovers
F Bb G
And you know everything comes in time
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F G
She looked like an angel
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F C Bb G
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