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This sad song went to Number One on the Billboard chart in July 1972. Hope you like my rendition.
[intro: C /// Em /// Dm / G7 / C /// ]
[C] In a little while from now, if I'm [Em] not feeling any less sour
I [Gm] promise myself to treat myself and [A7] visit a nearby tower
And [Dm] climbing to the top, will [Fm] throw myself off
In an [C] effort to make it [C+] clear to whoever
[Am] what it's like when you're [B7] shattered
left [Em] standing in the lurch at a [A7] church were people saying,
"My [Dm] God, that's tough, she's stood him up, no [Fm] point in us remaining."
We [C] may as well go home, as [Em] I did on my [A7] own,
A[Dm]lone again, [G7] natural[C]ly
To [C] think that only yesterday, I was [Em] cheerful, bright, and gay
Looking [Gm] forward to, who wouldn't do, the [A7] role I was about to play
But as [Dm] if to knock me down, re[Fm]ality came around
And with[C]out so much as a [C+] mere touch
cut me [Am] into little [B7] pieces
[Em] Leaving me to doubt talk a[A7]bout God and His mercy
For [Dm] if He really does exist, [Fm] why did He desert me
[C] In my hour of need, I [Em] truly am in[A7]deed
A[Dm]lone again, [G7] natural[C]ly
It [Eb] seems to me that there are more hearts [Bb7] broken in the world
That can't be [Fm] mended, [G7] left unat[Eb]tended
What do we [G] do? What do we [Dm] do? [G7]
[C] Looking back o'er the years, and what[Em]ever else that appears
I re[Gm]member I cried when my father died
Never [A7] wishing to hide the tears
And at [Dm] sixty-five years old, my [Fm] mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't [C] understand why the [C+] only man
she had [Am] ever loved had been [B7] taken
[Em] Leaving her to start with a [A7] heart so badly broken
De[Dm]spite encouragement from me, no [Fm] words were ever spoken
And [C] when she passed away, I [Em] cried and cried all [A7] day
A[Dm]lone again, [G7] natural[C]ly [A7]
A[Dm]lone again, [G7] natural[C]ly
This sad song went to Number One on the Billboard chart in July 1972. Hope you like my rendition.
[intro: C /// Em /// Dm / G7 / C /// ]
[C] In a little while from now, if I'm [Em] not feeling any less sour
I [Gm] promise myself to treat myself and [A7] visit a nearby tower
And [Dm] climbing to the top, will [Fm] throw myself off
In an [C] effort to make it [C+] clear to whoever
[Am] what it's like when you're [B7] shattered
left [Em] standing in the lurch at a [A7] church were people saying,
"My [Dm] God, that's tough, she's stood him up, no [Fm] point in us remaining."
We [C] may as well go home, as [Em] I did on my [A7] own,
A[Dm]lone again, [G7] natural[C]ly
To [C] think that only yesterday, I was [Em] cheerful, bright, and gay
Looking [Gm] forward to, who wouldn't do, the [A7] role I was about to play
But as [Dm] if to knock me down, re[Fm]ality came around
And with[C]out so much as a [C+] mere touch
cut me [Am] into little [B7] pieces
[Em] Leaving me to doubt talk a[A7]bout God and His mercy
For [Dm] if He really does exist, [Fm] why did He desert me
[C] In my hour of need, I [Em] truly am in[A7]deed
A[Dm]lone again, [G7] natural[C]ly
It [Eb] seems to me that there are more hearts [Bb7] broken in the world
That can't be [Fm] mended, [G7] left unat[Eb]tended
What do we [G] do? What do we [Dm] do? [G7]
[C] Looking back o'er the years, and what[Em]ever else that appears
I re[Gm]member I cried when my father died
Never [A7] wishing to hide the tears
And at [Dm] sixty-five years old, my [Fm] mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't [C] understand why the [C+] only man
she had [Am] ever loved had been [B7] taken
[Em] Leaving her to start with a [A7] heart so badly broken
De[Dm]spite encouragement from me, no [Fm] words were ever spoken
And [C] when she passed away, I [Em] cried and cried all [A7] day
A[Dm]lone again, [G7] natural[C]ly [A7]
A[Dm]lone again, [G7] natural[C]ly
