Well, to night if you turn your ra di o on,

you might hear a sad, sad song a (Bb)bout some one who lost ev ’ry thing they (F)had.

It may (C)sound like me, but I’m a lit tle blu er than (F)that.

When you look out in the morn ing, you might see

clouds roll in’ by like mem o ries and a (Bb)big old sky a bove you look in’ back.

You may (C)think of me,

but I’m a lit tle blu er than (F)that.

Where did (Bb)we go wrong?

I (C)wish I knew.

It (F)haunts me (C)all the (Dm7)time.

Now wher (G7)ev er I go and what ev er I do, you’re (Bb)al ways on my (C)mind.

I can (F)pic ture you in his arms to night.

As for me, it don’t feel right to (Bb)let us fade like some old pho to graph.

It may (C)work for you, but I’m a lit tle blu er than (F)that.

Where did (C)mind.

So, to (G)night if you turn your ra di o on,

you might hear a sad, sad song a (C)bout some one who lost ev ’ry thing they (G)had.

It may (D)sound like me, but I’m a lit tle blu er than (G)that.

You may (D)think of me, but I’m a lit tle blu er than (C)that.