| B | F# | A | A | |
| My, my, but time do fly, | When it's in another pair of | hands. |
| B | F# | A | A | |
| And a | loser I will be, for I've | never been a winner in my | life. |
| (Continue chord pattern) |
| I got used to stress and pain, I used the sucker pills, |
| and pity for the self. |
| Though it's the animal in me, But I'd rather be |
| a beggar man on the shelf. |
| G | F# | |
| Don't be so forlorn it's just the | payoff |
| E | |
| It's the rain before the | storm. |
| G | F# | |
| On a | better day I'll take you by the | hand |
| E | |
| And I'll walk you through the | door. |
| G | F# | |
| Don't be so forlorn it's just the | payoff |
| A | |
| It's the rain before the | storm. |
| C | G | |
| Don't you let my letter get you | down. |
| Bb | F | |
| (Don't you don't you don't you don't you) |
| Intro thingy 4X or so |
| C | G | |
| Don't you let my letter get you | down. |
| Bb | F | |
| (Don't you don't you don't you don't you) |
| Intro thingy fade away |
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