Ray Price - Curtain in the window

^GThese lyin' lips, said they'd for - ^D7get, Those same lovin' arms that I ^Gmiss, This foolish heart, that let me ^D7part, From those sweet tender lips I long to ^Gkiss.

I ^G7hear the ^Cticking of the clock, as it ^Gbegged me then to stop, Each ^A7picture on the wall seemed to ^D7cry, And that ^Gold rusty gate, ^G7I can ^Chear it beg me wait, While the ^D7curtain in the window waves good - ^Gbye.

^GIn memory, I still can ^D7see, Two arms that once held me ^Gtight, Oh how I miss a tender ^D7kiss, From those lovin' lips that I kissed good - ^Gbye.

I ^G7hear the ^Cticking of the clock, as it ^Gbegged me then to stop, Each ^A7picture on the wall seemed to ^D7cry, And that ^Gold rusty gate, ^G7I can ^Chear it beg me wait, While the ^D7curtain in the window waves good - ^Gbye.

Tag: While the ^D7curtain in the window, waves good - ^Gbye.