Keith Whitley - I never go around mirrors

I can't ^G stand to see, a good man go^C to waste One who^G never combs his hair or shaves his^D face A m^Gan who leans on wine, over love that's told a^C lie Oh it t^Gears me up to s^Dee a grown man^G cry

So ^GI never go around ^Cmirrors I can't^G stand to see me without you by my^D side ^GI never go around^C mirrors 'C^Gause I've got a h^Deartache to^G hide

I can’t^G stand to be where heartaches hang^C around It’s so^G easy for the blues to get me^D down To s^Gee a grown man crawl is more than I can^C stand And I can’^Gt look into the^D eyes of half a m^Gan

So ^GI never go around ^Cmirrors I can't^G stand to see me without you by my^D side ^GI never go around^C mirrors 'C^Gause I've got a h^Deartache to^G hide and it t^Gears me up to^D see a grown man^G cry