Bob Lind - Not that i would want her back

^GmThe other ^Cevening I was ^Gmdrinking with my ^Cfriends ^GmIn no ^Cspecific frame ^Gmof mind ^{C Gm}Don't know ^Cexactly why I ^Gmthought of her a^Cgain ^GmAnd how she ^Cmixed her drinks with ^Gmlime

Then I ^Ffound that i was talking about ^Amall the little ways she filled my ^Bbtime ^C It's ^Gmnot that i would want her back Of ^Ccourse you know it's not like that It ^Gmmust have been the ^Cmusic or the ^Fwine

^GmI woke up ^Cdreaming from a ^Gmsleepy four a.^Cm ^GmDon't know ^Cexactly why I ^Gmdid ^{C Gm}Caught up in ^Cmemories of the ^Gmrhythms of her ^Csleep ^GmWhen she was ^Cnext to me and ^Gmglad to be

And I ^Freached across the darkness but I ^Amonly touched the vacancy ^Bbbeside me ^C It's ^Gmnot that I would want her back She ^Cwasn't all that much in fact I'm ^Gmglad she's gone, I'm ^Chappy to be ^Ffree

^GmYou know it ^Creally wasn't ^Gmsuch a heavy ^Cscene ^GmI've had it ^Cheavier I'm ^Gmsure ^{C Gm}It's just these ^Cpictures in these ^Gmsigns and maga^Czines ^GmWhy do so ^Cmany look like ^Gmher?

And her ^Fvision lingers over all the ^Amnights that fade and follow all ^Bbher memories ^C But it's ^Gmnot that I would want her back It's ^Cjust the summer night attracting ^GmPictures from a ^Cdream a world be^Dbhind ^Ebme ^F