Mark Knopfler - Why worry

^GBaby, I see thi^Ds world has made you s^Gad S^Dome people can be b^Gad ^CThe things they ^A7do, and things they ^Dsay But ^Gbaby I^D'll wipe away those bitter te^Gars I^D'll chase away those restless fe^Gars ^CThat turn your ^A7blue skies into ^Dgrey

Why ^Gwor-ry, ^Cthere should be ^Dlaughter after ^Gpain ^CThere should be ^Dsunshine after ^Grain ^CThese things have ^Dalways been the ^Gsame ^CSo why ^Dwor-ry ^Gnow? ^CWhy ^Dwor-ry ^Gnow?^{C D G}

^GBaby, w^Dhen I get down ^GI turn to you A^Dnd you make sense of what I ^Gdo ^CI know it ^A7isn’t hard to ^Dsay But ^Gbaby, ^Djust when this world seems mean and c^Gold O^Dur love comes shining red and go^Gld ^CAnd all the ^A7rest is by the ^Dway.

Why ^Gwor-ry, ^Cthere should be ^Dlaughter after ^Gpain ^CThere should be ^Dsunshine after ^Grain ^CThese things have ^Dalways been the ^Gsame ^CSo why ^Dwor-ry ^Gnow? ^CWhy ^Dwor-ry ^Gnow?

w^Dhy wor-ry n^Gow?