Вступление
Standard tuning, no Capo
Bb7 113131
[Intro]
[Chorus]
People say a roving woman
Is likely not to be better than she ought to be
So, when I stray away from where I’ve got to be
Someone always takes me home
[Verse 1]
A lady never should habituate saloons
And that is where I find myself on many afternoons
And just as I begin to blow away the foam
Someone tips his hat to me and takes me home
[Chorus]
People say a roving woman
Is likely not to be better than she ought to be
So, when I stray away from where I’ve got to be
Someone always takes me home
[Verse 2]
Now, poker is a game a lady shouldn’t play
But every floatin’ poker game just seems to float my way
And long before I’ve lost a thing besides my comb
Someone tips his hand to me and takes me home
[Chorus]
Don’t see why they always do it
Can’t be vanity; must be sheer humanity
When some kind soul remarks with great urbanity:
'Lady, let me take you home.'
[Verse 3]
And sure, there’s bound to be some sort of aftermath
That makes a pleasant ending of the straight and narrow path
And as I go to sleep, I cannot help but think
How glad I am that I was saved from cards and drink
[Chorus]
People say a roving woman
Is likely not to be better than she ought to be
So, when I stray, away from where I've got to be
Someone always takes me home