Marc Broussard - Cry to me

When your ba^Eby, leaves you all alone And nob^Aody, calls you on the p^Ehone Don't you feel like ^B7crying? Don't you feel like cr^Eying? Well, here I'am ho^B7ney, c'mon, cry to m^Ee

When you're all al^Eone, in your lonely room And there's n^Aothing, but the smell of her per^Efume Don't you feel like c^B7rying? Don't you feel like cr^Eying? Don't you feel like cr^B7ying, c'mon, c'mon, cry to m^Ee ^E7

Woa oh, ^Anothing can be sadder than a g^Elass of wine alone ^B7Loneliness n loneliness, such a waste of your ^Etime ^{E7 A}But you don't ever you don't ever have to walk al^Eone You see, so ^B7c mon take my hand Baby won't you walk with ^Eme?

^EWhen you're waiting, for a voice to come In the n^Aight, there is no o^Ene Don't you feel like c^B7rying? Don't you feel like ^Ecrying? Don't you feel like ^B7cry-cry-crying.^E . . . . .(Cry to me, cry to me) Don't you feel like ^B7cry-cry-crying^E . . . . . .(Cry to me)