PFFT You Were Gone Buck Owens The noises you m[G]ade at our supper table[C][G] Your habits, my dear, were surely [D]absurd [G]But how many times do [C]I have to [G]tell you Soup is a dish to be s[D]een and not [G]heard Chorus: [G]Where, where, a[C]re you to[G]night? Why did you leave me here all [D]alone? [G]I searched the world over, [C]And thought I found [G]true love. You met another and [D]Phht! you were [G]gone. [G]Remember you phoned me [C]a-sobbin' and [G]cryin' The dog bit your maw, (azchords.com)
