| e | a7 | D | G |
| Well, I'm sitting al | one | with my g | uitar slight |
| C | a7 | H7 | e |
| out of tune and i | t's | a lovely night in Jun | e |
| And I tried to write a song with a happy slow warm |
| melody like I have tried so manytimes before |
But I can't really tell you what is wrong with all that comes out is another sad
song. Maybe it's because I sat too long and nobody called me on the phone
Maybe I should hit town have some fun to smoke, talk and drink to the morning sun.
Maybe I should buy a brand new dress and learn of a usefull game like chess.
Interlude
2. Str.: No I can't...
| e | a7 | D | G |
| Another l | onely night | that turns to d | ay |
| With another hair of mine turning grey |
| a7 | D | G | e |
| No I can't really t | ell you | just what is wr | ong, my d | ear, |
| a7 | D | c | G |
| but still what comes o | ut is | another sad s | ong |