Roy Orbison - The crowd

pretending out ^Dmloud..^Gbut it don't seem the ^Csame. For the heart of the ^Ccrowd..^C7is gone from ^Fsight, my part of the ^Dmcrowd..^Gis not with me to^Cnight.^{F Bb}

I remember the ^Bbprom..every dance with ^Ebyou, all the crazy ^Cmthings..^Fthat we used to ^Bbdo. Sometimes we'd wait for a ^Bbchance, and then we'd steal ^Ebaway, from the crowd and the ^Cmdance..^Fto our hidea^Bbway.

^DOhh, but you're gone and it's not the same old game.. ^DI fall apart each time I hear your ^Gna..^Ame. Guess ^DI'll go along with the crowd..I'll make be^Glieve.. that you'll ^Dcome back to me..^Bbrun back to me.. hurry ^Dback to the ^Gmcrowd, and ^Dme.