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Tuning: G C E A
[Intro] Gb Bbm7 Abm7 Gb - [Verse 1]
GbIn a little while from now, If I'm Bbm7not feeling any less sour I Dbmpromised myself to treat myself And Bbmvisit a nearby Eb7tower,
And clAbm7imbing to the top, Will Bmthrow myself off In an Gbeffort to make it Abclear to who Ever Gb6what it's like when your F7shattered
Left Bbm7standing in the lurch, at a Dbmchurch Where people 're Eb7saying, "My AbmGod that's tough, she stood him up! No Bmpoint in us remaining.
We Gbmay as well go Gbmaj7home." As Bbm7I did on my Eb7own, AlAbmone again, Db7naturally
[Verse 2]
To Gbthink that only yesterday, I was Bbm7cheerful, bright and gay, Looking Dbmforward to, but who wouldn't do, The Bbmrole I was about to Eb7play
But as Abm7if to knock me down, ReaBmlity came around And Gbwithout so much as a Abmere touch, Cut Gb6me into little F7pieces
Bbm7Leaving me to doubt, Talk about DbmGod and His merEb7cy Who Abmif He really does exist BmWhy did He desert me
GbIn my hour of Gbmaj7need? I Bbmtruly am Eb7indeed, AlAbmone again, Db7naturally
[Bridge]
It Aseems to me that there are more hearts Ebroken in the world that can't be Bmmended Db7 Left unatAtended What do we Abm7do? What do we do? Db7
Interlude: Flamenco Guitar - chords of the Verse -
AlAbmone again, Db7naturally
[Verse 3]
Now Gblooking back over the years, And whatBbm7ever else that appears I remDbmember I cried when my father died Never Bbmwishing to hide the Eb7tears
And at Abm7sixty five years old, My Bmmother, God rest her soul, Couldn't Gbunderstand, why the Abonly man She Gb6had ever loved had been F7taken
BbmLeaving her to start with a Dbmheart So badly broEb7ken DesAbmpite encouragement from me No Bmwords were ever spoken
And Gbwhen she passed Gbmaj7away I Bbmcried and cried all Eb7day AlAbmone again, naturallBbm7y Eb7 AlAbmone again, Db7naturally
[Outro] Gb Eb7 Abm7 Db7 X3