Well, well, well, jause. Well, just because you think I'd be lonesome, and just because you think that I'll be blue. Just because you think I'd be foolish to stay at home, waitin' 'round for you. Well, though you made me drop all my girlfriends, you laughed and you called me old Santa Claus. Well, I'm tellin' you, baby, I'm through with you, because, well, well, just because. Come On, Boys! Inter: with chords of the first part. Well, there will come a time when you'll be lonesome, and ther (guitartabs.cc)