By: John Prine
Song: Linda Goes To Mars

(D)I just found out yesterday that Li(G)nda goes to Mars
(A)Everytime I sit and look at pictures of used c(D)ars
She'll turn on her radio and (G)sit down in her chair
And l(A)ook at me across the room, as if I wasn't t(D)here

(Chorus)
O(D)h (G)My s(D)tars! My Li(G)nda's gone to Mars
Well I w(A)ish she wouldn't leave me here al(D)one
O(D)h (G)My s(D)tars! My Li(G)nda's gone to Mars
Well, I w(A)onder if she'd bring me something h(D)ome.

(D)Something, somewhere, somehow took my Li(G)nda by the hand
And s(A)ecretly decoded our sacred wedding b(D)and
For when the moon shines down up on our ha(G)ppy, humble home
Her i(A)nner space gets tortured by some outer space unk(D)nown.
(Repeat Chorus)

(Instrumental)
(D)        (G)        (A)       (D)
(D)        (G)        (A)       (D)

(D)Now I ain't seen no saucers 'cept the o(G)nes upon the shelf
And i(A)f I ever seen one I'd keep it to my(D)self
For if there's life out there somewhere be(G)yond this life on earth
Then (A)Linda must have gone out there and got her money's wo(D)rth.
(Repeat Chorus)

(Ending)
Yeah, I (A)wonder if she'd bring me something h(D)ome.