Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry

Frank Sinatra

 The torch I carry is handsome;  

 It's worth it's heartache in ransome.          

  Now  when that twilight steals,

  I   know how the la - dy  in  the har - bor feels.

 When I want rain, I get sun - ny weath - er

 I'm just as blue as the sky   

 Since love is gone, can't pull my - self to - geth - er

 Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

 Friends ask me out, but I tell them I'm bus - y --

 Got to get a new al - i - bi    

 I stay at home, and ask my - self "Where is  she?"

 Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry


 Dry lit - tle tear drops, my lit - tle tear  drops

 Hang - ing on a stream of dreams

 Fly, little mem' - ries, my lit - tle mem' - ries

Re - mind her of our cra - zy schemes

Yes, some - bod - y said "Just for - get a - bout her,"

So I gave that treat - ment a try,  

And strange - ly e - nough, I got a - long with - out  her --

Then one day  she  passed me right  by -- oh, well,

 I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.