To (D)day I stum bled from my bed, with (F#)thun der crash ing in my head, my (G)pil low still wet it from last night’s (D)tears.

And (D)as I think of giv ing up, a voice in side my cof fee cup kept (G)cry ing “but” will it be and ring ing in my (C)ears.

Don’t cry, (D)Dad dy,

Dad dy, please don’t (Em)cry;

Dad dy, (G)you’ve still got me and (A)lit tle Tom my; to (D)geth er we’ll find a brand new mom my.

(D)Dad dy, Dad dy, please laugh a gain; (A7)Dad dy, ride us on your back a gain.

Oh, (G)Dad

(Em)dy, (A7)please don’t (D)cry.

(D)Why are chil dren al ways first to (F#)feel the pain and hurt the worst.

It’s (G)true, but some how it just don’t seem (D)right.

’Cause (D)ev ’ry time I cry I know it hurts my lit tle chil dren so.

I (G)won ing der, will it be and the ing same to (C)night?

Don’t cry, (D)Dad dy,

Dad dy, please don’t (Em)cry;

Dad dy, (G)you’ve still got me and (A)lit tle Tom my; to (D)geth er we’ll find a brand new mom my.

(D)Dad dy, Dad dy, please laugh a gain; (A7)Dad dy, ride us on your back a gain.

Oh, (G)Dad

(Em)dy, (A7)please don’t (D)cry.

Oh, (G)Dad (Em)dy,

(G)please (A7)don’t (D)cry.