{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":980806,"song":"Cup Of Tea","artist":"John Phillips","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11622051-cup-of-tea-chords-by-john-phillips/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/980806?type=chord","rating":0.12926,"votes":0,"content":"[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\t\t[ch]Dm[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]\t\t\t\t   [ch]C[/ch] \r\nInvisible company, a house of smoke and stale perfume[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\t           \t      [ch]Dm[/ch]   [ch]G[/ch]\t\t\t\t     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nShe makes her seventh cup of tea, I stalk desperately from room to room[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\t\t         [ch]Dm[/ch]     [ch]G[/ch]\t\t\t  [ch]C[/ch]\r\nLike two strangers on a train, neither one will hardly speak[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\t  \t  [ch]Dm[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]\t\t\t\t[ch]C[/ch]       [ch]C7[/ch]\r\nI dreamt a dream of old Havana, she played the blues upon my grand piano[/tab]\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]   [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]C[/ch]     [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]Dm[/ch]        [ch]A7[/ch] \r\nYou skyjack my soul, hijack my screams, kidnap my baby, so handsome [/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch]       \r\nYou’ve stolen my bank (?) million dollar dreams[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]Dm[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]            [ch]C[/ch]\r\nDemanding my life as your ransom[/tab]\r\n\r\nStamped her foot, clinched her fist, closed her  face and slashed her wrist\r\nI pretend (?), the little (?) bee around my lotus\r\nWhich that we could travel more, life’s become a bloody bore\r\nIt would be so nice to everyone, we’ve never been on holiday\r\n\r\nChorus\r\n\r\nLittle sailor lost in space, navigating through the storms\r\nHow I hope that you will find a place where you can heel the scars\r\n\r\nChorus\r","plain_text":"Chorus:\n\n\n\n\nStamped her foot, clinched her fist, closed her  face and slashed her wrist\nI pretend (?), the little (?) bee around my lotus\nWhich that we could travel more, life’s become a bloody bore\nIt would be so nice to everyone, we’ve never been on holiday\n\nChorus\n\nLittle sailor lost in space, navigating through the storms\nHow I hope that you will find a place where you can heel the scars\n\nChorus","chords":["Am","Dm","G","C","C7","F","A7"],"chord_diagrams":{"A7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,0,2,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,0,2,0]},"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"C7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,4,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,3,1,0]},"Dm":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,2,3,1],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,1]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}