A                      D               A
I get up on Sundays a-bout eight fif-teen
A                 D                 A
Just to get the paper that I never read
A                              D            A
Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe
A                            D               A
Sittin' on her front porch painting on her toes
               E
Her husband always on the road

[Chorus]
     A            D              E               D
Hey Mrs. Steven Ruby you don't know what you do to me
D               E                D         A
Every night I dream one day of being with you
     A            D      E                       D
Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty
A                            D              E
A
But that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to
you
A A E D   A A E D

A                           D              A
Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night
A                  D                     A
Cause he and Mr. Ugly have had another fight
A                                 D                  A
We talk awhile I hear her smile then she says thank
you
A                       D                E           A
I tell her that she's welcome like any friend would do
    E
I only wish that she knew

Go to chorus
A  A  A  E   A    A  A  A E  A    D              A
I-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion I'm what she deserves
A  A   A   E  A  A   A    A   E  A   D      A
   E
I won-der if she   thinks a-bout me the way I think
about her