Thing Called Love, by John Hiatt

note: Covered by Bonnie Raitt on Nick of Time,
This was written by John Haitt, Tabbed as Hiatt plays it on Bring the Family.

The opening/main riff is:
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F#5
 Don't have to humble yourself to me
I ain't your judge or your king
A    E                                F#5
Baby,  you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba
We may not even have our own dignity, no
This could be just some prideful thing,
A           E                            F#5     (/E)
Baby we can choose you know we ain't no amoebas

D                           G            A
 But are you ready for this thing called love?
D                            G              A
 Don't come from you and me, comes from up above
D                    G               A
 I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves,
D                       B5           F#5
 Are you ready for this thing called love?

And you ain't some icon carved out of soap, 
Sent down here to clean up my reputation
Baby, I ain't your Prince Charming,
Now we can live in fear or act out of hope, 
For some kind of peaceful situation
Baby, don't know why the cry of love is so alarming

 (Chorus)

F#5  A
       The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans,
F#5  A
       And glide off down on the lake,
F#5  A
       Whether your sunglasses are off or on,
D                  B5        
  You only see the world you make

(Acoustic solo): F#5  A5  B5  E5   (x4)
  
F#5           A5                      B5             E5
   Before the laws of God and laws of man I take you for my wife, yeah
   To love, honour, cherish and obey,
   Now I didn't have no plans to live this kind of life, no
   It just worked out that way

And are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from you and me, comes from up above
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves,

Break
D                      G    A
 Are you ready for it?

And are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from you and me, comes from up above
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves,
Are you ready for this thing called love?