Linda Thompson - No telling

He came in the ^Dballroom, just a ^Gcrazy old ^Cman His ^Geyes seemed to ^Dglaze in the ^Glight Just some old ^Dhawker, to ^Gjudge by his ^Crags Come ^Gin from the ^Dcold of the ^Gnight

And the ^Cwhole room was ^Gdancing, they ^Cpaid him no ^Gmind As he ^Cslipped to the ^Gbar and said, "^AmPlease be so ^Dkind" The ^Gmusic kept ^Dringing in the ^Gback of his ^Cmind No ^Gtelling what a ^Dlove song will ^Gdo

As the queen of the ^Dballroom sang a ^Gfavourite ^Csong He ^Gstood with the ^Dglass in his ^Ghand He was weary of ^Dliving the ^Gdays of his ^Clife And to^Gnight was the ^Dlast he could ^Gstand

He ^Cshut out the ^Gfuture, he ^Cshut out the ^Gpast And ^Ceven the ^Gpresent was ^Amrunning out ^Dfast The ^Gqueen of the ^Dballroom said, "^GMake this the ^Clast" No ^Gtelling what a ^Dlove song will ^Gdo

As she started to ^Dsing for the ^Gvery last ^Ctime He ^Gtrembled as he ^Dstood there a^Glone And the pain he'd been ^Dholding in^Gside for so ^Clong Just ^Gfell from his ^Dheart and was ^Ggone

It was ^Conly a ^Glove song, ^Csimple and ^Gclear But he ^Cbowed as it ^Gshook him with ^Amevery last ^Dtear And he ^Gcried from ^Drelief, and he ^Gcried half from ^Cfear No ^Gtelling what a ^Dlove song will ^Gdo

Oh, the queen of the ^Dballroom still ^Gglitters and ^Cshines Each ^Gnight at the "^DOld Kindness ^GSake" And maybe its ^Dsomething they ^Gput in the ^Cwine But her ^Gbeauty re^Dfuses to ^Gfade

I ^Cthink she got ^Gmarried to a ^Cstranger, they ^Gsay Just a ^Ccrazy old ^Gman who came ^Ampassing one ^Dday And the ^Gwhole town still ^Ddances and the ^Gmusic still ^Cplays No ^Gtelling what a ^Dlove song will ^Gdo ^CNo ^Gtelling what a ^Dlove song will ^Gdo ^{C G D G}