One Crazy Chick
The narrator remembers his first long term relationship with a complex older woman. When she terminated the affair and he had cried his eyes out, a good friend said, in the best hippy language of the period: "Man that was one crazy chick!" - I knew one day there'ed be a song in that experience and here it is.
LYRICS & CHORDS
Intro: (C#m) (B) (E)
(E) Brittle as a (B) cracker
(C#m) Saline as a (A) Ritz
She could (E) draw you into her (B) whirlpool
Then (A) blow you out in bits
Hard as (E) nails under (B) hammers
She could (C#m) drive you out of your (A) wits
Was she (E) real or one of life's (B) scammers?
Who ever (A) knew if the crazy cap (E) fits?
Were you the (C#m) hunter or the hunted?
The (A) Emperor or the (B) slave?
A (C#m) mere drop in her ocean
Or a (A) surfer on her tidal (B) wave?
A flash of (C#m) blue along her feathers
And the (E) Jaybird had up and (B) gone
For (C#m) you the story's over
But her (B) legend lingers (E) on
(E) Flighty as a (B) butterfly
Or (C#m) straight as a loaded (A) die
(E) Changing with the (B) seasons
Or a (A) rock you could abide by
The (E) portrait you'd paint (B) of her
No-one (C#m) else would recog(A)nise
You'd (E) never get the nose (B) straight
Or the (A) colour of her (E) eyes
CHORUS
(E) Subtle in conver(B)sation
She could (C#m) give it to you (A) straight
But when(E)ever you thought you were (B) winning
You'd (A) find yourself in checkmate
Like a (E) long list of her (B) lovers
You'd end up (C#m) standing at her (A) gate
Waiting (E) for the scraps from her (B) table
(A) Silently bemoaning your (E) fate
CHORUS