Nick Lowe - Withered on the vine

^GI once had a true love ^CI thought it would last ^GHow could I know That it would go so f^D7ast ^GA love like a holiday ^CTender and kind An^Gd I let it whi^D7ther on the v^Gine

^GWhere did it run to ^CWhere did it go ^GHow could I let it Slip through my fingers ^D7so ^GFor it was a real love ^CAnd rare and fine ^GAnd I let it w^D7hither on the v^Gine

But the h^Cardest pill To swallow is still Not the re^Gason for your leaving

Now I'm co^Cunting the cost Of the loss of what was once m^Gine That I let whi^D7ther on the v^Gine

^GI once had a true love ^CI thought it would last ^GHow could I know That it would go so f^D7ast ^GA love like a holiday ^CTender and kind ^GAnd I let it w^D7hither on the ^Gvine