Roger Miller - What are those things with big black wings

^CWhat are those things with ^Fbig black ^Cwings ^AmCircling descending ^Ffrom up overh^Cead Lie to me tell me that ^Fthey're only ^Crobins ^AmTell me that your love for ^Fme, will^G7 never be^C dead

Today all the rooms in our ^Fhome feel like ^Cstrangers ^AmI wonder what makes me ^Ffeel so out of ^Cplace And why have you suddenly ^Femptied your ^Cclosets ^AmAnd why can't you ^G7look me in the ^Cface

^CWhat are those things with ^Fbig black ^Cwings ^AmCircling descending ^Ffrom up overh^Cead Lie to me tell me that ^Fthey're only ^Crobins ^AmTell me that your love for ^Fme, will^G7 never be^C dead

You faithfully promised me ^Fyou'd never ^Cleave me ^AmYou told me your heart had no ^Froom for good^Cbyes But tell me what makes all this ^Fdistance be^Ctween us ^AmAnd who put that ^G7leavin' in your ^Ceyes

^CWhat are those things with ^Fbig black ^Cwings ^AmCircling descending ^Ffrom up overh^Cead Lie to me tell me that ^Fthey're only ^Crobins ^AmTell me that your love for ^Fme, will^G7 never be^C dead