VERSE:

    A                               E   
The money would be pretty good if a quart of milk 
Was still a dollar
   Bm                                  A 
Or even if a quart of milk was still a quart.
        D                                A
And the hours well I don't mind how they creep on by 
like an old love of mine
         Bm                   E                       A
It's the years that simply disappear that are doing me in.

VERSE:

D         E                A                          D      
Guess I married too young, yeah nineteen was just too young
    Bm                                  A
But sometimes you meet someone and your guts just burn.

 D                             E    
It's not that I don't love him anymore
               A                      D           
It's just that when I hear him coming through that front door
   Bm            E                    A
My heart doesn't race like it did once before.


CHORUS:

D              Dm               A
But I've got a horse out in the country.
  Bm       E          Dsus   D   A  
I get to see him every second Sunday.
   F#m               Bm        Dm           A
He comes when I call him, yeah he knows his name,
  Bm               E            Bm             E     A
One day we'll saddle up and the two of us will ride away.


VERSE:

This weather I could almost stand if the sun would shine 
a little brighter,  Or even if the sun would shine at all.
But lately it just seems to me that this life has lost its' mystery
and these cold fall mornings seem to bite just a little bit harder.

BRIDGE:
   Bm                   C#m
And all my friends have settled down,
             Bm                          A
Become their mothers and their fathers without a sound
           E                    D                E                   A
Except for Cathy, she bought a one way subway ticket and left us all behind.

CHORUS:

D              Dm               A
But I've got a horse out in the country.
  Bm       E          Dsus   D   A  
I get to see him every second Sunday.
   F#m               Bm        Dm           A
He comes when I call him, yeah he knows his name,
  Bm               E            Bm             E     A
One day we'll saddle up and the two of us will ride away.

TAG:

A                                 E          
This town wouldn't be so bad if a girl could trust her instincts,
   Bm        E                  A
Or even if a girl could trust a boy.