Martina McBride - Til i make it on my own

I'll ne^D/F#ed time ^C to get you off my ^Gmind And I may ^Csometimes bother you Try to ^Gbe in touch with you Even ^Dask to much of you from time to ^Gtime ^GNow and ^D/F#then, ^C Lord you know I'll need a ^Gfriend Till I get ^Cused to losing you Let me ^Gkeep on using you ^DTill I can make it on my ^Gown ^Ab

I'll g^Eb/Get by,^Db But no matter how I ^Abtry There'll be ^Dbtimes you know I'll call Chances ^Abare my tears will fall And I'll ^Ebhave no pride at all, from time to^Ab time ^Ab But they ^Eb/Gsay, ^Db Oh, there'll be a brighter ^Abday But til ^Dbthen I'll lean on you That's ^Aball I mean to do ^Eb Til I can make it on my ^Abown

^DbSurely someday I'll ^Bblook up and ^Ebmsee the morning ^F#sun ^BWithout another ^Dblonely night be^F#hind me ^DbThen I'll know I'm ^Bbover you and ^Ebmall my crying's ^F#done ^EbmNo more hurtin ^Ab7memories can ^Bfind ^Dbme

^AbBut til ^Eb/Gthen, ^DbLord you know I'm gonna need a f^Abriend ^DbTill I get used to losing you Let me ^Abkeep on using you, ^Ebtill I can make it on my ^Abown ^D Til I can make it

N.C.

on my own ^{Db Eb Ab}