G                                     D 
At last the kids are gone now for the day 
    Em              C             G                D        
She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away 
G                                 D 
Another day to tend the house and plan 
    Em            C                 G                D 
For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man 
G                            D     
Sure was a bitter winter but Friday will be fine 
    Em                                  C                  
And maybe last year's Easter dress will serve her one more time 
      G                                D 
She'd pass for twenty nine but for her eyes 
    Em               C       D      G 
But winter lines are telling wicked lies 
 
 
    C   C/D   C/E   C/F   C/G               
All lies.  X     X     X    XXXX,   
          G                        D 
all those lines are telling wicked lies 
Am  Am/B  Am/C  Am/D  C/E                
Lies,  x     x    all   lies(XXX) 
G 
Too many lines there in that face 
    A                       C           D               G 
Too many to erase or to dis guise, they must be telling lies 
 
 
Second verse 
 
   G                                  D 
Is this the face that won for her the man 
      Em                C                G             D 
Whose amazed and clumsy fingers put that ring upon her hand 
   G                                  D         
No need to search that mirror for the years 
   Em               C              G                  D
The menace in their message shouts across the blur of tears 
   G                             D                          
So this is beauty's finish! Like Rodin's "Belle Heaulmie're" 
    Em                               C                    
The pretty maiden trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care 
      G                           D 
Well, after seven kids, that's no surprise 
    Em             C      D        G    
But why cannot her mirror tell her lies 
 
 
(Chorus)  
 
 
Third verse 
 
G                                      D 
Then she shakes off the bitter web she wove 
    Em               C               G                D 
And turns to set the mirror, gently, face down by the stove 
    G                           D 
She gathers up her apron in her hand 
Em             C             G                  D 
Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can 
    G                              D                                            
And thinks ahead to Friday, 'cause Friday will be fine! 
       Em                                  C           
She'll look up in that weathered face that loves hers, line for line 
   G                              D 
To see that maiden shining in his eyes 
    Em               C      D         G 
And laugh at how her mirror tells her lies 
 
(Chorus one more time)