Mrs. Hemingway chords by Mary Chapin Carpenter

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G
D
Gdim
Bbdim
Em
A
F#m
Bm
E
Gm
F#
C#dim
C#m

Intro 1

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Bbdim

F#m

Verse 1
D 
G 
We packed up our books and our dishes
D 
Our dreams and your worsted
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Em 
wool suits
A 
F#m 
We sailed on the eighth
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G 
Em 
of December
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F#m 
Farewell old   Hudson River
G 
Em 
G 
Here comes the sea
Bm 
And love was as new
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Bm 
and as bright and as true
G 
Em 
A 
D 
E 
When I loved you and  you loved me

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Verse 2
A 
D 
Two steamer trunks in the carriage
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A 
D 
Safe arrival we cabled back home
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A 
It was just a few days be
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D 
G 
fore Christmas
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D 
We filled our stockings with wishes
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Em 
and walked for hours
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D 
Arm and arm through the rain,
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Bm 
to the glassed- in       cafe
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A 
D 
That held us like hot house flowers
G 
Living

Verse 3
in Paris,
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D 
in attics and garrets
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F# 
Bm 
Where the coal merchants climb every stair
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G 
The dance hall next door is filled
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with sailors and whores
D 
Em 
And the mu  sic floats up
A 
through the air
G 
There's Sancerre and oysters,
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F#m 
cathedrals and cloisters
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C#dim 
Bm 
And time     with its unerring aim
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Bm 
G 
For now we can say we
Bm 
D 
were lucky most days
Em 
A 
G 
A 
And throw a rose into the Seine

Verse 4
D 
Love is the greatest deceiver
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It hollows you out like a drum
Em 
A 
And suddenly nothing is
F#m 
D 
G 
certain
A 
F#m 
A 
As if all the clouds closed the curtains
G 
Em 
And blocked the sun
G 
And friends now are stranger
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F# 
Bm 
s  in this city of danger
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A 
D 
A 
D 
Em 
As cold and as cruel as they come

Interlude 1

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Bbdim

F#m

Verse 5
D 
G 
Sometimes I look at old pictures
D 
A 
Em 
And smile at how happy we were
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D 
How easy it was to be hungry
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A 
F#m 
It wasn't  for fame or for money
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Em 
It was for love
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G 
D 
And now my copper hair's grey
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Bm 
As the stone on  the quay
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A 
D 
In the city where magic was
G 
Living in

Verse 6
Paris,
D 
F#m 
in attics and garrets
D 
Gm 
Where the coal merchants
Bbdim 
Bm 
A 
climb    every stair
G 
F# 
The dance hall next door is filled with
F#m 
sailors and whores
Em 
And the music floats up
A 
through the air
G 
There's Sancerre and oysters,
D 
F#m 
and Notre Dame's cloisters
F# 
Bbdim 
C#dim 
Bm 
And time with it       s unerring aim
A 
D 
Bm 
G 
For now we can say we
D 
were lucky most days
Em 
A 
G 
D 
And throw a rose into the Seine
G 
D 
Now I can say I was lucky
Bm 
most days
Em 
A 
And throw a rose into the
D 
Seine
E 
C#m 
E 
Bm 
F#m 