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Capo: 2nd Fret
[G]I get up on Sundays a[C]bout eight fif[G]teen
[G]Just to get the [C]paper that I never [G]read
[G]Cause I know she'll be there [C]barely in her [G]robe
[G]Sittin' on her front porch [C]painting on her [G]toes
Her husband al[D]ways on the road
CHORUS:
Hey [G]Mrs. Steven [C]Rudy you don't [D]know what you do [C]to me
[C]Every night I [D]dream one day of [C]being with [G]you
Hey [G]Mrs. Steven [C]Rudy you'[D]re the neighborhood's [C]beauty
[G]But that wedding ring's as [C]ugly as your hus[D]band is to [G]you
INSTRUMETNAL: [G] [G] [D] [C] (x2)
[G]Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls [C]crying late at [G]night
[G]Cause she and Mr. [C]Ugly have had another [G]fight
[G]We talk awhile I hear her smile [C]then she says thank [G]you
[G]I tell her that she's [C]welcome like any [D]friend would [G]do
I [D]only wish that she knew
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
[G]Imagi[D]na[G]tion, infatu-[D]a[G]tion [C]I'm what she de[G]serves
[G]I wonder [D]if [G]she thinks [G]a[D]bout [G]me [C]the way [G]I think about [D]her
CHORUS (x2)
INSTRUMENTAL (x4)
Awwww Mrs. Rudy that wedding ring is ugly to me
As your husband is to you
Mrs. Rudy Don't know don't know what you do to me |
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