| Intro: |
| C | Am | C | Am | Dm | C | G | Dm | G |
| Verse 1: |
| C | G | F | Am | G | |
| Black | Mon | day is | coming | around again |
| C | G | F | Am | G | |
| And it | feels | like a | friend that | just won't | take a hint |
| Dm | G | |
| 'Cause it's hanging me | up |
| F | C | |
| And it's hanging a | round |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| And | I'm feeling far | too lost to | feel too pro | found |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| When the | tone of my | voice is the | loneliest | sound |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| My | heroes have | all become | pathetic | clowns |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| And I'm | feeling far | too lost to | feel too pr | ofound |
| Verse 2: |
| C | G | F | Am | G | |
| My | friend | Kate, you | laugh like a | tidal wave |
| C | G | F | Am | G | |
| But " | Charlie don't | surf" on your | laughter on Black | Mondays |
| Dm | G | F | C | |
| And the shadows I | feel are the | shadows in | me |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| And not | even your | face or your | beautiful | smile |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| Or the | curve of your | breasts or your | laughing bright | eyes |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| Could | make me be | lieve I'm a | winner to | night |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| When | Monday | morning is | just out of | sight |
| Bridge: |
| Am | G | |
| I know a | story |
| Am | G | |
| About a | man who couldn't | see past his fingertips |
| Dm | G | |
| To reach out and | touch it |
| Dm | G | |
| Was | just too much like he | needs it |
| Am | G | |
| And | I know a | woman |
| Am | G | Dm | |
| Who | reached out to me and all she | got were my barbed-wire h | ands |
| G | |
| And I won't be too | proud |
| Dm | G | |
| If she can't | depend on me when Black Monday | starts coming around |
| Verse 3: |
| C | G | F | Am | G | |
| My | friend | Kate, you are | sad and | beautiful |
| C | G | F | Am | G | |
| And the | way | I | am has never | been too | good for us |
| Dm | G | F | C | |
| 'Cause I'm too blind to | hear, and I'm | too deaf to | see |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| But I | still have a | voice that can | call out your | name |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| Wit | h a gut full of | beer and a | head full of | pain |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| I can | lie in your | arms and be | lovers | again |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| And thank | God Tuesday | morning is | just hours | away |
| Outro: |
| Dm | G | F | C | |
| Do you | know, I won't | let you | down? |
| Dm | G | F | C | |
| Rest your | head when I | come a | round |
| Dm | G | F | C | |
| Do you | know, you can | count on | me? |
| Dm | G | F | C | |
| Laugh out | loud, I see | what you | see |