Glen Campbell - The monns a harsh mistress

Once the sun ^Cdid shine ^G Good Lord, it ^Am7felt so ^Cfine ^G The ^Ammoon a ^Bmphantom ^Crose ^D Through the ^Bmmountains ^Gand the ^Cpines^{Bm Am} And ^Dthen the darkness ^Emfell ^{D C} the ^Bmmoon's a harsh ^Ammist^Cres^Ams ^C It's ^Ghard to love her ^Cwel ^{G Bm C}

I ^Bbfell out of her ^D#eyes ^Bb I fell out of her ^D#heart ^Bb I fell down on my ^D#face ^F I ^Bbtripped and missed my ^D#star ^F

^D#God, I ^Ffell and fell ^Gmalone,^{F D#} the ^Bbmoon's a harsh ^D#mistr^Cm7ess ^{D# F}the sky is made of ^Bbstone The moon's a harsh ^D#mistre^Cm7ss She's hard to call your ^Bbown. ^{D# C# Cm7 Bb}