[VERSE 1]
It [G]was a Sunday morning
When the [C]mail ain't supposed to c[G]ome
A [C]big blue box del[G]ivered and it didn't say where f[D]rom
When a [G]wind up man emerges and he wa[C]ltzed across the f[G]loor
[C]Told him I was lon[G]esome, said I wou[D]ldn't be no m[G]ore
[VERSE 2]
His l[G]eft hand made me breakfast and his r[C]ight one paid the bi[G]lls
P[C]oured a perfect co[G]cktail and he always kept it f[D]illed
I d[G]on't know how he'd do the things he'd [C]do with those two h[G]ands
I kn[C]ew I'd wind up lov[G]ing him my lo[D]ving wind up m[G]an
[CHORUS 1]
[C]They say machines ain't made for lo[G]ving
[C]But I believe that they can p[G]lug into your h[Em]eart
And you k[C]now, when it st[G]arts, in the s[C]moke, in the sp[G]arks
You're not b[C]roke, it's all pa[G]rt of a lover's g[D]ame
[VERSE 3]
He alw[G]ays called me handsome and he s[C]miled when I s[G]poke
Dre[C]ssed like Elvis Pre[G]sley and he laughed at all my [D]jokes
Wa[G]s my love until the day he ca[C]ught the rain unpl[G]anned
K[C]new I'd wind up lo[G]sing him my lo[D]ving wind up m[G]an
[CHORUS 2]
[C]They say machines ain't made for lo[G]ving
[C]But I believe that they can p[G]lug into your h[Em]eart
And you k[C]now, it be[G]gins, when it wh[C]irs, and it sp[G]ins
It don't h[C]urt, it's not a s[G]in, no one to b[D]lame
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
[BRIDGE]
Em*
Then I heard him holler
B*
He began to fire and spark
D*
Smokin' from his collar
A*
And his smilin' eyes went dark
Em* B*
Never will forget him or the smell of all that smoke
Em* G* D* A* C#m*
Knew I'd wind up loving him until he wound up broke
[CHORUS 3]
[C]They say machines ain't made for lo[G]ving
[C]But I believe that they can [G]plug into your h[Em]eart
Try in v[C]ain to pr[G]otect, when it r[C]ains, he'll get [G]wet
Just keep tr[C]aining to ex[G]pect feeling all the p[D]ain
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
It [G]was a Sunday morning
When the [C]mail ain't supposed to c[G]ome
A [C]big blue box del[G]ivered and it didn't say where f[D]rom
When a [G]wind up man emerges and he wa[C]ltzed across the f[G]loor
[C]Told him I was lon[G]esome, said I wou[D]ldn't be no m[G]ore
[VERSE 2]
His l[G]eft hand made me breakfast and his r[C]ight one paid the bi[G]lls
P[C]oured a perfect co[G]cktail and he always kept it f[D]illed
I d[G]on't know how he'd do the things he'd [C]do with those two h[G]ands
I kn[C]ew I'd wind up lov[G]ing him my lo[D]ving wind up m[G]an
[CHORUS 1]
[C]They say machines ain't made for lo[G]ving
[C]But I believe that they can p[G]lug into your h[Em]eart
And you k[C]now, when it st[G]arts, in the s[C]moke, in the sp[G]arks
You're not b[C]roke, it's all pa[G]rt of a lover's g[D]ame
[VERSE 3]
He alw[G]ays called me handsome and he s[C]miled when I s[G]poke
Dre[C]ssed like Elvis Pre[G]sley and he laughed at all my [D]jokes
Wa[G]s my love until the day he ca[C]ught the rain unpl[G]anned
K[C]new I'd wind up lo[G]sing him my lo[D]ving wind up m[G]an
[CHORUS 2]
[C]They say machines ain't made for lo[G]ving
[C]But I believe that they can p[G]lug into your h[Em]eart
And you k[C]now, it be[G]gins, when it wh[C]irs, and it sp[G]ins
It don't h[C]urt, it's not a s[G]in, no one to b[D]lame
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
[BRIDGE]
Em*
Then I heard him holler
B*
He began to fire and spark
D*
Smokin' from his collar
A*
And his smilin' eyes went dark
Em* B*
Never will forget him or the smell of all that smoke
Em* G* D* A* C#m*
Knew I'd wind up loving him until he wound up broke
[CHORUS 3]
[C]They say machines ain't made for lo[G]ving
[C]But I believe that they can [G]plug into your h[Em]eart
Try in v[C]ain to pr[G]otect, when it r[C]ains, he'll get [G]wet
Just keep tr[C]aining to ex[G]pect feeling all the p[D]ain
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um
Ba dum [C]bum bum b[G]um bum b[D]um
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