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Marie Provost ukulele

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
From: Steve Nicholson <74431.40@compuserve.com>

Marie Provost
by Nick Lowe

F                     F            G
Marie Provost did not look her best
F                              F          G
the day the cops bust into her lonely nest
F                        Dm
in the cheap hotel up on Hollywood west
F     G
July 29

She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks
The neighbors said they never heard a squeak
While hungry eyes that could not speak
said even little doggies have got to eat

chorus:
no chord  F     G                       F      Dm
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
                             F
She never meant that much to me
   F  G         F  F  F  G
Whoa oh poor Marie

Marie Provost was a movie queen
mysterious angel of the silent screen
And run like the wind the nation's young men steamed
When Marie crossed the silent screen

Whoa she came out west from New York
but when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope
The public said Marie take a walk
All the way back to New York

-repeat chorus-

Instrumental:
F  Dm  F  G / F  Dm  F  G

Those quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep
As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak
It's all downhill once you've passed your peak
Marie got ready for that last big sleep

The cops came in and they looked around
Throwin' up everywhere over what they found
The handiwork of Marie's little dachshund
That hungry little dachshund

-repeat chorus-

repeat and fade:
 F  F  F  G
poor Marie

--

Steve Nicholson, 74431.40@compuserve.com
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