Ian Tyson - Heartaches are stealin

^EJulie's got a pint of Old Crow in her purse; Quit her job at Cuyama Cafe ^DLeft a note on his truck - "Go back to your wife; You threw all my good years away." ^ANow she's fallin' apart on a Greyhound, rollin' through the outskirts of town And she'll be ^F#in Santa Barbara come sundown.

^EKaren's drivin' through Maricopa; She's twenty miles gone from the ranch. ^DStarin' straight ahead she hits Highway 5 near McKittrick where they met at a dance. ^AShe packed up what's left of her good years; Left without lookin' around And she'll be i^F#n Santa Rosa come sundown.

^AThings they'll never ^F#have -- t^Ahings they'll neve^Fmr get ^AThings they can't rem^F#ember -- th^Dings they can't fo^Erget ^AShinin' out of re^F#ach -- like the d^Aistant lights of ^F#town ^DHeartaches come rollin' at ^Asundown; ^F#Heartaches come stealin' c^Aome sun-down

^EThere's a cowboy standin' out near the fence line; Wished he didn't feel so alone ^DBut if wishes were horses then beggars would ride and hearts wouldn't turn into stone. ^APride took the best of his good years and two women whose lives he tore down. ^AIt's gonna be lonely in Cuyama ^F#come sundown; ^AIt's gonna be lonely in Cuyama ^F#come sun-down