Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
D
E
Am
Give me
a ticket
G
D
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Am
Lonely days are gone,
E
Am
But baby, just don't open your letter
I don't care how much money
G
D
Gotta get back to my baby once again
Am
Lonely days are gone,
E
Am
But baby, just wrote me a letter
D
C
G
Well, she wrote me a letter
F
C
Said she couldn't live
C
G
Listen, mister, can't you see
F
C
You gotta get back to my
G
E
baby once and for, anyway
Am
I don't care how much
G
D
I gotta get back to my baby again
Am
Lonely days are gone,
E
Am
My baby just wrote me a letter
E
Am
My baby just wrote me a letter
E
A
I said my baby just wrote me a letter
F#m
Lay back in the arms of someone
A
Bm
Give in to the charms of someone
D
E
Lay back in the arms of
A
E
someone you love
A
F#m
Lay back in the arms of someone
D
E
Lay back in the arms of someone
A
D
A
you love
D
A
D
A
E
D
A
If you want my sympathy,
D
A
just open your heart to me
D
A
E
You'll get whatever you'll ever need
A
F#m
Lay back in the arms of someone,
A
Bm
give in to the charms of someone,
D
E
lay back in the arms of
A
E
someone you love.
A
F#m
Lay back in the arms of someone
D
E
Lay back in the arms of someone
A
E
A
you love
Am
A
You can tell the world you
never was my gun
You can burn my clothes
Oh, you can tell your friends
just what a fool I've been
A
A laughing joke about me on the phone
And you can tell my arms
to go back onto the palm
E
And you can tell my feet to hit the floor
Oh, you can tell my lips and
tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching
Am
But don't tell my heart,
E
I just don't think you'd understand
And if you tell my heart,
my achy, breaky heart
A
You mightn't know of the view it's made,
D
Am
A
E
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
A
E
A
Am
You can tell your ma, I moved to Arkansas
A
E
Or you can tell your dog about my lair
Oh, tell your brother, Clint,
his fist can tell my name
A
He'd never really like me anyway
Am
A
But don't tell my heart,
my achy, breaky heart
E
A
E
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart,
my achy, breaky heart
A
He might blow up and kill this man
Clap your hands and stand up
Well, life on the farm is kind of laid back
Ain't nothin' no country
girl she can't handle
Early to rise, early in the sun
Ain't got any country girl
Well, a simple kind of life
never did me no harm
I'm raisin' me a family
and workin' on the farm
The days are all filled
with an easy country charm
F
Ain't got any country girl
Well, I got me a man and
he got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin' up
I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a bolly,
A
F
bolly riddle
G
Thank God she's a country girl
C
When the work's all done
C
I pull out my fiddle and I'm
Bb
F
risin' up the bowl
C
Am
G
F
Kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
C
G
C
Thank God I'm a country girl
F
I'd play solid good and all day if I could
C
With the Lord and the man
Bb
wouldn't take it very good
F
C
Am
So I fiddle when I can
G
F
and I work when I should
C
G
Thank God I'm a country girl
C
G
C
Well, I got me a man and I got me a fiddle
C
I got cakes on a riddle
Am
G
F
Life ain't nothing but a funny, riddle
C
G
C
Thank God she's a country girl
G
C
F
C
Bb
F
C
G
F
C
G
C
F
C
Bb
F
C
F
Play that banjo, Billy
C
G
C
Well, got me a man and he got me a fiddle
G
And the sun's comin' up,
C
but that cake's on the griddle
G
Life ain't nothin' but a bonnet,
C
Thank God I'm a country girl
Am
G
I said life ain't nothin' but a bonnet,
F
bonnet riddle
C
C
Thank God she's a country girl
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