Jim Reeves - Your wedding

I'm ^Don my ^Away, to your ^Dwedding How I hate, ^A7 to go ^Dthere But I ^Gjust couldn't ^Astay, couldn't ^Gstay a^Dway For you see, ^A7I still ^Dcare

I couldn't ^Astand, not ^Dknowing What this man, ^Ayou'll marry's ^Dlike What a ^Gsad trip, ^Ato your ^Gwe-ed^Dding But ^A/Dsadder, coming ^Dback

When you ^Gtake his ^Ahand and ^Gmake your ^Dplans ^A7The plans we made, are ^Dthrough And ^Gthough it ^Ahurts and ^Ghurts, how ^Dit hurts My best, ^A to both of ^Dyou ^{D A D}

I re^Dceived, your ^Ainvi^Dtation And I held it ^Ain, ^Dmy hand But to ^Gtear, this ^Aletter ^Go-o^Dpen Was more than ^AI, could ^Dstand

Would it matter, ^A if I ^Dtold you That I cried, for my ^Afirst time ^Dtoday But I've ^Ggot my ^A7tears turned ^Go-off (^Dher) So please don't ^Alook, my ^Dway.^G. ^D