Ronnie Milsap - It was almost like a song

^COnce in every ^Flife^Fm someone comes ^Calong,^{G Am} And you came to ^Dm7me. It was ^G7sus4almost l^G7ike a ^Csong. ^CYou were in my ^Farms^Fm right where you ^Cbelong;^{G Am} And we were so in ^Dm7love. It was ^G7sus4almost l^G7ike a ^Csong.

^Fmaj7January through ^EmDecember, ^Dm7we had such a ^G7perfect ^Cyear; ^{G Am Fmaj7}Then the flame became a ^Emdying ember; ^Dm7All at once, ^Bbyou weren't ^G7sus4here. ^G7

^CNow my broken ^Fheart^Fm cries for you each ^Cnight.^{G Am} And it's almost like a ^Dm7song, ^G7sus4but it's ^G7much too sad to ^Cwrite.

^CNow my broken ^Fheart^Fm cries for you each ^Cnight.^{G Am} And it's almost like a ^Dm7song,^{G7sus4 G7} Ab7 Am C+ Am7 D7 Dm7 But it's much too sad to write. It's too ^G7sus4sad to ^Cwr^Fit^Ce.^{F C}