Billie Holiday - Weep no more

I'm just^A#m about fed up^Fm I've fi^Fnally h^A#mad my fill Of sitting ^A#maround and c^Frying in my ^G#beer ^D#m I've dr^Funk the bit^A#mter cup I've downed th^A#me bitter pill While waiting for the silver lin^A#ming to appear ^A#

I'm going to s^Atack my blues ^A#up On the ve^Ary highest ^A#shelf I'm going to pac^Ak my blues u^A#p And get w^Cmise t^Fo myself

(^A#Weep no more, my baby) (Weep no more, my baby)

^A#Weep no more I'm going to ^Cmweep no more ^G

I'^A#mm putting an ^D#end to this lonesome g^Aame (It's such a lonesome game th^Ebis crying)

C^Gmry no tears, I'm going to ^G#mcry no tears ^{E G#m Gm} Each t^Am7/Cime that I happen to hear his ^Fname^A#

^D#(I hear his ^Fname) I'm going ^A#out on the town ^D

This^A# ho^D#peless torch I will ^D#mdrown ^A#'Cause I'm tired of run^Gning around

With j^D#ust a m^Femory ^A#Weep no more, I'^D#mm going to weep ^Gno more Till somebody w^D#eep^D#ms (Until somebody weeps) ^FFor ^A#me ^A