| D | G | |
| Well, I n | ever felt more like s | inging the blues |
| D | A7 | G | |
| Cuz | I never thought that | I'd ever lose your l | ove dear |
| A7 | D | G | D | A7 |
| Why'd you do me this w | ay? |
| D | G | |
| Well, I n | ever felt more like cr | ying all night |
| D | A7 | G | |
| Cuz | everything's wrong and n | othing ain't right with | out you |
| A7 | D | G | D | D7 |
| You got me singing the bl | ues |
| G | D | |
| The m | oon and the stars no l | onger shine |
| G | D | |
| The dr | eam is gone I th | ought was mine |
| G | D | |
| There's n | othing left for m | e to do |
| Em7 | A7 | |
| But cr | y-y-y-y over y | ou |
| D | G | |
| Well, I n | ever felt more like r | unning away |
| D | A7 | G | |
| But wh | y should I go, cuz | I couldn't stay with | out you |
| A7 | D | G | D |
| You got me singing the bl | ues |
