Long, lonesome day  

D                        A7
The lady walks away.                                                           
                                                                      D
She holds her head down toward the ground.
                         A7
To the lady I say:                                  
                                     D
Your life is passing away…                     
                        A7
Lift up your eyes…                                         
                                               D
Take the clouds from the sky.                       

 D                          A7    
The lady stops walking…     
                                                     D
Turns to me to speaks her mind:                         

                             A7
To a lady don’t say                             
                                 D
her life is passing away.                   
                       A7
Lift not her spirit                                     
                                               D
 with a word-she won’t hear it.                                      
 

                                        A7
The lady would walk away,                                         
                                                  D
but I was young and I was wild.                       
                           A7
Oh, lady, hear me.                                       
                                              D
Your heart just wants to be.                                   
                                          A7
There’s no wisdom or rhyme                            
                                D
in your bottle of wine.  

     
D                         A7
The lady turns again                             
                                 D
with a look and a frown.                             
                                 A7
I’m just what you see-                               
                                      D    
grown hollow like a tree,                                           
                                                 A7 
if you follow me you’ll lose me.                                     
                                                    D
I’m too lonesome if I’m not free.    

D                                   A7
So to this lady don’t’ say:                             
                                  D
her life is passing away.                                
                                  A7
You can’t take me home                                       
                                               D
 when my heart wants to roam.             
                 A7           D
Just get out of my way.  
                          A7       
You leave me alone!  

D                    A7
To the lady I say                                             
                                              D
have yourself a hell of a day.  

Have yourself a hell       
        A7
of a long                 
                    D
lonesome day.