Crying, Moaning Roger Creager
[E]Stand up straight walk tall and proud if you [A]want the world to sing your [E]praise
Don't let them [E]see you sweat, don't let your eyes get wet, [A]that's just the way I was [B]raised
[A]What would my mom and [B]daddy say if they [E]could see me [A]now
[A]You walked out and turned it all [B]around
But [E]since you've been gone, I've been [A]drinking just a [B]little bit [E]more[A] [B]
My [E]buddies clear out when I [A]walk in through the front of that [B]bar room door
They know [A]what I want to [B]talk about, when I [E]pull your tear stained [A]pictures out
I'm in a [E]crying, [A]moaning, [E]whining, [A]groan[E]ing
[E]Wishing you were back in these [B]arms along [A]again kind of [E]feeling
Draw the curtains, pull down the shades and turn the TV on.
I hate for people to see me like this, but I hate being alone.
I'm trying a new way of getting over you.
I wish my friends were more sympathetic when I'm feeling blue.
Crying, moaning, whining, groaning,
Wishing you were back in these arms alone again kind of feeling.