Barry Manilow - A linda song

He never ^Cwrote a song for ^FLinda He wrote as ^Amthough he lived alone ^D He wrote of ^Gdreams that ^Cend and of sad brave ^Bmen Inventing ^Emworlds he never known ^E

But he ^Amnever wrote a ^Gmsong for ^FLinda And ^Emshe was ^Dmright ^Cthere^F all along ^{D E} Loved him ^Amback to life ^Gm When his ^Fluck ran l^Emow But he ^Fnever wrote a ^GLinda song ^{C Fm F C}

He nearly ^Cbroke his heart at ^Fwriting Linda ^Amkept him from despair ^D Standing ^Gby his ^Cside, through the ^Bhungry days But he ^Emhardly seemed to see her there ^E

And he ^Amnever wrote a ^Gmsong for ^FLinda And ^Emshe was ^Dmright ^Cthere^F all along ^{D E} The ^Amone real t^Gmhing in his ^Fcrazy w^Emorld And he ^Fnever wrote a ^GLinda song ^{C Fm F C}

^CWhen the ^Cbills piled ^Gup and ^Fcouldn't ^Ampay ^A#He couldn't dream no ^Cmore So he ^Ghitched a ride and he ^Amroad away And he ^Fmleft a note for ^FLinda by the ^Amdoor ^D By the ^Gdoor

When ^Ctimes got rough he'd ^Fphone her Once or ^Amtwice she took the call ^D Then she ^Gchanged her ^Cnumber and she ^Bturned her head And ^EmLinda never looked back at all ^E

He'll never ^Amwrite a ^Gmsong for ^FLinda And ^Emshe was ^Dmright ^Cthere^F all along ^{D E Am}All he ^Gmknows, is no one ^Funder^Emstands And he ^Fnever wrote a ^GLinda song ^{C Fm F C} No, he ^Fnever wrote a ^GLinda song ^{C Fm F C}