Mickey Newbury - Sailor sailor

^EmWhen the morning sun came up I ^Amcrawled into her bed The ^Ctears in her ^Deyes were ^Emfallin’ I could feel no sorrow for the ^Amcruel things I had said In my ^Cdrunken state I ^Ddid not care at ^Emall

She said, ^Gsailor, sailor tell me will you ^Dever change your ways Oh, ^Amdo not take me through this stormy we^Emather ^GI can feel your sorrow, you have ^Dseen your better days Ah, but ^AmI could not have loved you any be^Ctter No, I could not have ^Dloved you any ^Embetter

^AmAmber shades of red slashed through the ^Emnight And light the bed where I sup^Dpose I will lie alone a while until her cryin is ^Emdone ^AmI cannot explain why I ^Emcannot feel her pain ^DI’ve grown unfeeling I ^Amsuppose ^CI’ve grow^Dn unfeeling ^EmI suppose