Biography:
Mark McGuinn is a common man with uncommon talents. He owns a poets heart, a philosophers mind, a storytellers silver tongue and the soul of a master songwriter. He knows the world is painted in more subtle shades than black and white and his songs capture the joy, pain, love and innate humanity found in the gray areas. He delves into complex emotional territory with a simplicity that often belies the craft that goes into his compositions. What makes
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[Verse]
A D A
I get up on Sundays a-bout eight fif-teen
A D A
Just to get the paper that I never read
A D A
Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe
A D A
Sittin' on her front porch painting on her toes
E
Her husband always on the road
[Chorus]
A D E D
Hey Mrs. Steven Ruby you don't know what you do to me
D E D A
Every night I dream one day of being with you
A D E D
Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty
A D E
A
But that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to
you
A A E D A A E D
A D A
Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night
A D A
Cause he and Mr. Ugly have had another fight
A D A
We talk awhile I hear her smile then she says thank
you
A D E A
I tell her that she's welcome like any friend would do
E
I only wish that she knew
Go to chorus
A A A E A A A A E A D A
I-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion I'm what she deserves
A A A E A A A A E A D A
E
I won-der if she thinks a-bout me the way I think
about her
A D A
I get up on Sundays a-bout eight fif-teen
A D A
Just to get the paper that I never read
A D A
Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe
A D A
Sittin' on her front porch painting on her toes
E
Her husband always on the road
[Chorus]
A D E D
Hey Mrs. Steven Ruby you don't know what you do to me
D E D A
Every night I dream one day of being with you
A D E D
Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty
A D E
A
But that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to
you
A A E D A A E D
A D A
Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night
A D A
Cause he and Mr. Ugly have had another fight
A D A
We talk awhile I hear her smile then she says thank
you
A D E A
I tell her that she's welcome like any friend would do
E
I only wish that she knew
Go to chorus
A A A E A A A A E A D A
I-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion I'm what she deserves
A A A E A A A A E A D A
E
I won-der if she thinks a-bout me the way I think
about her
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