J. J. Cale - No time

^CNo time for ^Fmaking my moves, ^Cno time No time for ^Fhitting the grooves, ^Cno time

^CSummer comes and ^Fsummers gone ^CWinter sings it's ^Fvery sad song The ^Csaddest part of ^Fall it seems ^CHow we lose ^Fmost of our dreams

^CNo time for ^Fmaking my moves, ^Cno time I got no time for ^Fhitting the booze, ^Cno time

The ^Cclock it turns at a ^Frapid pace And ^Ctakes us to a^Fnother place The ^Ctrain it goes from ^Fhere to there ^CJust left me ^Fstanding here

^CNo time for ^Fmaking my moves, ^Cno time No time for ^Fhitting the grooves, ^Cno time

I ^Chad the blues this ^Fmorning I ^Ccried all ^Fday I ^Cguess you lose the ^Fblues in the morning ^CIf you cry the ^Fblues away

^CNo time for ^Fmaking my moves, ^Cno time No time for ^Fhitting the grooves, ^Cno time . . .