Roy Clark - Thank god and greyhound

^AI've made a small fortune and you'v^A7e squandered it a^Dll. You shamed me 'til I ^Afeel a^A7bout one inch ^Etall. But I ^Athought I loved you and I ^A7hoped you would ^Dchange, So I gritted my ^Ateeth and ^Edidn't ^Acomplain.

^ANow you come to me with a ^A7simple good^Dbye. You tell me you're ^Aleavin', but you ^A7don't tell me ^Ewhy. Now we're ^Ahere at the station and you're ^A7getting ^Don, And all I can ^Athink of is, Thank God and ^EGreyhound you're ^Agone.

Thank God and Greyhound you're ^Dgone. I didn't know how much longer I could go ^Eon.

^AWatching you take the r^A7espect out of ^Ame, ^AWatching you make a total ^A7wreck out of ^Eme. That ^Abig diesel motor is ^Dplaying my ^Asong, Thank God and ^EGreyhound you're ^Agone.

Oh, Thank God and Greyhound you're ^Dgone, The load on my mind got lighter when you got ^Eon.

That ^Ashiny old bus is a ^A7beautiful ^Asight, With the ^Ablack smoke rolling up a^A7round the tail ^Elights. It ^Amay sound kinda cruel, but I've been ^Dsilent too ^Along. Thank God and ^EGreyhound you're ^Agone. Thank God and ^EGreyhound you're ^Agone.