| Am | Fdim | G | G9 | |
| Her | day was | born in sh | ades of | blue, |
| CM7 | Am | |
| Her | song was sad the | words were true; |
| D9 | Dm | G | G9 | |
| Her | morning c | ame too f | ast too s | oon, |
| CM7 | Am | |
| And | died before the | afternoon |
| G | Cdim | Dm | Gdim | G7 | G | CM7 | Am | |
| Poor | la - | dy | day | could | use s | ome | love, some | sunshine, |
| Dm | Dm+7 | Dm7 | G | Fdim | CM7 | |
| Lady | day | has t | oo | much r | ain |
| G | Cdim | Dm | Gdim | G7 | G | CM7 | Am | |
| Poor | la - | dy | day | could | use s | ome s | pring, some | breezes, |
| Dm | Dm+7 | Dm7 | G | Fdim | CM7 | |
| Lady | day | has t | oo | much p | ain. |
| Am | Am+7 | Dm | G7 | CM7 | Am | |
| It's | such a | lonely f | ace, | it's such a cloudy | sky, |
| Dm | G | Fdim | G7 | Am | Am+7 | |
| So many s | hadows | in | her | eye. |
| Am | Am+7 | Dm | G7 | CM7 | Am | |
| So | many | empty dr | eams, | so many bitter t | imes, |
| Dm | Fdim | Am | |
| Just a h | andful of | broken rh | ymes. |
| G | Cdim | Dm | Gdim | G7 | G | CM7 | Am | |
| Poor | la - | dy | day | could | use | a sm | ile, some k | indness, |
| Dm | Dm+7 | Dm7 | G | Fdim | CM7 | |
| Lady | day | has t | oo | much r | ain. |
| G | Cdim | Dm | Gdim | G7 | G | CM7 | Am | |
| Poor | la - | dy d | ay c | ould u | se s | ome | dreams, some f | lowers; |
| Dm | Dm+7 | Dm7 | G | Fdim | CM7 | |
| Lady | day | has t | oo | much p | ain. |
| Am | Am+7 | Dm | G7 | CM7 | Am | |
| J | ust too | much to | say, | just to much to k | now, |
| Dm | G | Fdim | G7 | Am | Am+7 | |
| Too l | ittle t | ime | to | say, Hel | lo. |
| Am | Am+7 | Dm | G7 | CM7 | Am | |
| And t | hen the e | vening c | omes, | and now she doesn't | cry, |
| Am+7 | Dm | Fdim | Am | |
| And | it's too l | ate to | say, Good- | bye. |