Dwight Yoakam - A world of blue

Green, green leaves falling ^Bbdown From the ^Ftops of tall, tall trees, Touch ground near ^Cwhat just might be the single ^Fclue.^C Red, red ^Fdrops that drip ^Bbout From the ^Fbottom of my heart, Must mean that ^CI'm living in a world of ^Fblue.^F7

There's not ^Bbone golden sign that the ^Fsun will ever shine, Even the ^Cclouds have assumed a darker ^Fhue^F7. The fact that ^Bbdaylight's only trace, Reflects off ^Ftear streaks across my face, Must mean that I'm living ^Cin a world of ^Fblue.

There's not ^Bbone golden sign that the ^Fsun will ever shine, Even the ^Cclouds have assumed a darker ^Fhue^F7. The fact that ^Bbdaylight's only trace, Reflects off ^Ftear streaks across my face, Must mean that I'm living ^Cin a world of ^Fblue. It must mean that I'm living ^Cin a world of ^Fblue.^{C F}