I could (F)wile a way the hours tle when con (Gm)fer rin’ with the flow ers, con (F)sult in’ with the rain.

And my (Gm)head, I’d be scratch in’ while my (C7)thoughts were bu sy hatch in’ if I (F)on ly had a brain.

I’d un (F)rav el ev ’ry rid dle for (Gm)an y in div id dle in (F)trou ble or in pain.

With the (Gm)thoughts I’d be think in’ I could (C7)be an oth er Lin coln, if I (F)on ly had a brain.

Oh, Pic ture (Bb)I

could tell you (D7)why

the (Gm7)o cean’s (C7)near the (Fmaj7)shore.

I could (Em7)think of things I (A7)nev er thunk be (Dm)fore,

and then I’d (G)sit

and think some (C7)more.

I would (F)not be just a nuff in’ my (Gm)head all full of stuff in’ my (F)heart all full of pain.

And per (Gm)haps I’d de serve you and be (C7)e ven wor thy erv you, if I (F)on ly had a brain.

When a (F)man’s an emp ty ket sy, when he (Gm)should be on his met tle and (F)yet I’m torn a part.

Just be (Gm)cause I’m pre sum in’ that I (C7)could be kind a hu man if I (F)on ly had a heart.

I’d be (F)ten der, I’d be gen tle and (Gm)aw ful sen ti men tal re (F)gard ing love and art.

I’d be (Gm)friends with the spar rows and the (C7)boy that shoots the ar rows, if I (F)on ly had a heart.

Oh, Pic ture (Bb)me

a bal co (D7)ny,

a (Gm7)bove a (C7)voice sings (Fmaj7)low,

“Where fore (Em7)art the thou, I (A7)Ro er me be (Dm)o?”

I hear a (G)beat.

and How some (C7)sweet!

Just to (F)reg is ter e mo tion, who’s (Gm)jeal ous y, de vo tion, and (F)real ly feel the part,

I would (Gm)stay young and chip per and I’d (C7)lock it with a zip per, if I (F)on ly had a heart.

Life is