Intro: E - B7 - E - Emaj7 - A - E - E7

^ATurning on my pil^Blow, ^Ethinking kind of stra^Ange ^Bm6The color is of mid^C#7night in this ro^F#m7om ^B7

^AThe cars outside are coug^Bhing and it’^Es kinda hard to sl^Aeep ^G#mAnd there’s neon out the w^C#mindow, not the^B7 moon.

^AAnd it was just an any old^B kind of day ^EThe kind that comes and s^Alips away

^EThe kind that fills up ^G#measy my life’^F#ms time ^B7 The ^Anight brought any old ^B7kind of dark

I h^Eeard the ticking of ^Amy heart E G#m F#m7 B7(sus4) Then why am I thinking something’s left behind?

^AI whistled round tod^Bay and I s^Ekipped a footloose ji^Ag To the ^Bm6hurdy-gurdy mus^C#7ic of the ^F#M7street

I l^Aooked up past those ^Brooftops, and ^Esaw that cloudless sk^Ay ^G#m7But I keep on asking w^Amaj7hy

^G#m7My life is passing^Amaj7 by ^G#m7And I’m left up high ^Amaj7and dry

^G#M7But it ain’t no good ^Amaj7to cry ^G#m7So I shrug the useless^Amaj7 sigh

And I^C#m7 trust to things that ot^B7her days will ^Emeet. And it was ^Ajust an any old ^Bkind of day

The ^Ekind that comes and ^Aslips away ^EThe kind that fills up e^G#masy my life’^F#ms time^B7

^DThe night brought any old^B7 kind of dark ^EI heard the ticking of ^Amy heart

E G#m F#m7 B7(sus4) E Then why am I thinking something’s left behind? Interlude: E - B7 - E - Emaj7 - A - E - E7

^AThe night has had it's lau^Bghing ^EWhen street lights ^Ablind the stars

^Bm6So now it’s shedding ^C#7rain To sing its ^F#m7sorrow (sor^B7row)

It??^A?s time for me to s^Bleep and t^Eo rest these thoughts a^Away There’s go^G#m7nna be anothe^Amaj7r day

^G#m7When things will go m^Amaj7y way And there^G#m7’s other thing^Amaj7s to say

And there?^G#m7??s other songs ^Amaj7to play And there’ll ^C#m7be time enough fo^B7r thinking come^E tomorrow.

And it was ^Ajust an any old ^Bkind of day The ^Ekind that comes and ^Aslips away

^EThe kind that fills up e^G#masy my life’^F#ms time^B7 ^DThe night brought any old^B7 kind of dark

^EI heard the ticking of ^Amy heart E G#m F#m7 B7(sus4) E Then why am I thinking something’s left behind?

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Harry Chapin - Any old kind of day