(E)Tra cy died soon af ter a long fought (A)civ il war,

(E)just af ter I’d wiped a way his last (A)tear.

I (E)guess he’s bet ter off than he was be fore,

a (E)whole lot bet ter off than the fools he left here.

I (E)used to cry for (F#sus2/4)Tra cy ’cause he was my (A)on ly friend.

Those (E)kind of cars don’t (F#sus2/4)pass you ev ’ry (A)day.

I used to cry for Tra (F#sus2/4)cy ’cause I want to (A)see him a gain,

but (E)some times, some times life ain’t al ways the (A)way.

Some times it snows

in Ap ril.

Some times I feel

so bad,

so (F#)bad.

Some times I (Bbsus2)wish

that (B)life was nev er end ing,

and (F#11)all good things, they (B)say, nev er last.

I (E)Spring time was al ways my fav ’rite time (A)of year,

a (E)time for lov ers hold ing hands in the rain,

now (E)spring time on ly re minds me of Tra cy’s tears,

(E)al ways cry for love,

nev er cry for (A)pain.

He

used to (E)stay so strong, un

a fraid to die, un a fraid of the death that left me hyp no tised,

(F#sus2/4)no, star ing at his pic ture I rea lized.

(E)No one could cry the way my Tra cy cried.

Some times it snows

in Ap ril.

Some times I feel

so bad,

so (F#)bad.

Some times I (Bbsus2)wish

that (B)life was nev er end ing,

and (F#11)all good things, they (B)say, nev er last.

I (E)Spring time was al ways my fav ’rite time (A)of year,

a (E)time for lov ers hold ing hands in the rain,

now (E)spring time on ly re minds me of Tra cy’s tears,

(E)al ways cry for love,

nev er cry for (A)pain.

He

used to (E)stay so strong, un

a fraid to die, un a fraid of the death that left me hyp no tised,

(F#sus2/4)no, star ing at his pic ture I rea lized.

(E)No one could cry the way my Tra cy cried.

(E)of ten dream of hea (F#sus2/4)ven, I know that Tra (A)cy’s there,

I (E)know that he has found an oth er friend.

(E)May be he’s found the an swer to all the (A)Ap ril snow,

(E)may be one day I’ll (F#sus2/4)see my Tra cy a gain.

Some times it snows

in Ap ril.

Some times I feel

so bad,

so (F#)bad.

Some times I (Bbsus2)wish

that (B)live was nev er end ing,

and (F#11)all good things, they (B)say, nev er last.

And (F#11)all good things they (B)say, nev er last.

And (F#11)love, it is n’t love un til it’s past.