| D | D7 | G | |
| Don't accuse me of being wit | hout feelings. |
| D | E7 | A | |
| If you do | , you know | that your're wrong |
| D | D7 | G | |
| For it was you | who was careless |
| D | A | D | |
| And you drove | me to the other woman | s arms |
| chorus: |
| A | D | |
| The other woma | n, isn't prettier t | han you |
| E7 | A | |
| But the othe | r woman soothes my wounded pride |
| D | D7 | G | |
| But more impor | tant, I feel wanted | again |
| D | A | D | |
| I can't give up t | he other woman i | n my life |
| I'm afloat in the m(D7)iddle of a r(G)iver, and I c(D)an't climb o(R7)ut on either s(A)ide |
| If (D)I go o(D7)ver the d(G)eep-end, it's be({D)cause sweet(A)heart you didn't t(D)ry |
| repeat chorus |
| A | D | |
| The other woma | n, isn't prettier t | han you |
| E7 | A | |
| But the othe | r woman soothes my wounded pride |
| D | D7 | G | |
| But more impor | tant, I feel wanted | again |
| D | A | D | |
| I can't give up t | he other woman i | n my life |