B               Abm            Dbm        Gb7
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
         B                 Abm         Bm
of ev'ry head he's had the pleasure to know
                                 G           Gb7     
And all the people that come and go stop and say hello

       B           Abm           Dbm       Gb7
On the corner is a banker with a motor car.
           B                 Abm            Bm
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
                              G           Gb7
And the banker never wears a "mac" in the pouring rain, very strange.


      A             Dbm             D
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A               Dbm            D                Gb7
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile
                

         B               Abm             Dbm        Gb7           B
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hour glass. And in his pocket is a 
Abm             Bm
portrait of the queen.
                                 G             Gb7
He likes to keep his fire engine clean, it's a clean machine.


      A             Dbm             D
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A                Dbm     D              Gb7
Full of fish and finger pies in summer meanwhile


A                   Dbm             D
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A               Dbm            D                Gb7
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile


           B              Abm           Dbm        Gb7
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
           B                Abm            Bm
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
                                      G
And though she feels as if she's in a play
       Gb7
She is anyway.


         B               Abm            Dbm      Gb7
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer.
           B               Abm           Bm
We see the banker sitting, waiting for a trend
                            G                   Gb7
And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain,

very strange.


A                   Dbm             D
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A               Dbm            D                Gb7
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies. I sit and meanwhile
      B
Penny Lane    
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