Apricots by the High Llamas
From the High Llamas’ 1992 Santa Barbara album. Written by Sean O’Hagan. No capo.
VERSE 1
[Em7] Back in the [Cmaj7] eighties
[Fmaj7] The air smelled like [Dm] roses
[Em] I flew my [Am7] big black bal [Dm7] loon [Abdim]
[Em7] As an ac [A7] countant
[Fmaj7] Over the [Dm] city
[Em] Staring [Am7] straight at the [Dm7] moon [Abdim]
CHORUS 1
[Bmaj7] Then all my [Amaj7] friends quit smoking
[E] Saying an [Ebm] ill wind [Abm7] had set [C#m7] in
[Ebm7] None of [Abm7] us can [C#maj7] win [B7] [A] [F#] [B7] [A]
VERSE 2
[Em] I started [Cmaj7] drinking
[Fmaj7] In city gym [Dm7] nasiums
[Em7] Hanging [Am7] out with the [Dm7] guys [Abdim]
CHORUS 2
[Bmaj7] Now all the [Amaj7] streets are empty
[Emaj7] No one [Ebm] calls I’m [Abm7] eating [C#m7] in
[Ebm7] Apri [Ab7] cots from [C#maj7] tins
OUTRO/FADE
[F#] [B7] [A]