Aw ful sweet

to be a lit tle but ter fly,

just (Bb5)wing in’ o ver things and noth in’ deep in side.

Noth in’ go in’, go in’ wild in you, you know.

You’re slow in’ by the (C)riv er side

or float in’ high and blue.

Or, (Bb5)may be, cool to be a lit tle sum mer wind,

like, (Bb5)once through ev ’ry thing and then a way a gain.

With a taste of dust in your mouth all day but no need to know,

like (C)sad ness.

You just

sail a way.

’Cause you know,

I don’t do (C)sad ness,

not e ven a (Bb)lit tle bit.

Just don’t need it in my life.

Don’t want an y part (Am)of it.

I don’t do (C)sad ness.

Hey, I’ve done my time.

Look in’ back on it all, man, it blows my mind.

I don’t do sad (Am)ness.

So been there.

Don’t do sad (C)ness.

Just don’t care.

(Am)Spring and (Em)sum mer, ev ’ry oth er day.

Blue wind gets so sad

blow in’ through the (Fmaj7)thick corn, through the bales of hay, through the (Am)o pen books on the grass...

(C)Spring

and (Fmaj7)sum mer.

(D)Sure,

when it’s au (D)tumn,

(F)wind al ways wants to creep up and haunt you.

(G)Whis tlin’, it’s got you,

with its (Am)heart ache, with its sor (Em)row, win ter wind (C)sings

and it cries.

So, may be I should be some kind of laun dry line.

Hang their things on me,

and I will swing ’em dry.

You just wave in the sun through the af ter noon, and then, see,

they come to (C)set you free

be neath the ris ing moon.

’Cause you know,

I don’t do (C)sad ness,

not e ven a (Bb)lit tle bit.

Just don’t need it in my life.

Don’t want an y part (Am)of it.

I don’t do (C)sad ness.

Hey, I’ve done my time.

Look in’ back on it all, man, it blows my mind.

I don’t do sad (Am)ness.

So been there.

Don’t do sad (C)ness.

Just don’t (Fmaj7)care.