Come on Ei leen.

(C)Poor old John ny Ray

sound ed (F)sad up on the ra di o; he moved a (C)mil lion hearts in (G)mon o.

Our moth ers used

to (F)sing a long; who’d blame them?

(C)You’re grown.

(You’re grown up.) (Em)So grown.

(So grown up.) (F)Now I must say more than ev er:

Come on Ei leen.

(C)Too ra, loo ra, (Em)too ra, loo rye (F)aye.

And we can (C)sing just like our (G)fa thers.

(D)Come on Ei leen, oh, I (A7)swear well he means at this mo ment.

You mean ev ’ry thing.

With

that (D)you in that dress, my (A7)thoughts I con fess verge on dirt y,

ah, come on Ei leen.

Come on Ei leen.

(C)These peo ple ’round here

wear beat en (F)down eyes sunk in smoke dried fac es, re (C)signed to what their (G)fate is, but (C)not us,

no (Em)not us.

(F)We are far too young and clev er.

Re mem ber, (C)too ra, loo ra, (Em)too ra, loo rye (F)aye.

Ei leen, I’ll (C)hum this tune for (G)ev er.

Ei leen.

Come on

Ei leen.

Too loo rye (F#m)aye, come on

Ei leen, too loo rye (G)aye, too ra.

Too ra, too loo ra.

(D)Oh Things won’t Ei e ven change.

(A)leen.

Come on

Ei leen.

Too loo rye (F#m)aye, come on

Ei leen, too loo rye (G)aye, too ra.

Too ra, too loo ra.

(D)Oh Things won’t Ei e ven change.

(A)leen.