[G]Someone in a song I wrote de[D]cided they were real
So [C]commenced to get in [D]trouble near and [G]far.
They’d try to get along, but [D]just like a lot of songs
They [C]ended down and out at a local [D]bar.
Now the [Em]barman sympathetic tried [C]consoling,
[D]Conversing about how it all turned [G]wrong.
But [Em]they just kept on crying, and they [C]said as they were sighing
I’m [D]living the last great [C]American love [Em]song.
[G]Someone in a dream I had de[D]cided to awaken,
And to [C]run off into the [D]hours of the [G]day,
But they made the people sleepy. Some were [D]yawning; some were weepy.
So [C]someone kept on about their merry [D]way.
Now to [Em]no one’s delight the day de[C]scended,
As [D]someone’s happy day was turning [G]wrong.
So [Em]someone turned out tired as the [C]day about expired,
And put to [D]bed the last great [C]American love [Em]song.
The [C]great American love song’s never [G]ending,
And that [D]song leads us on a path that never [G]ends.
[C]When it’s said in done we’ll stop [G]pretending
The last [D]
great American love song...just [C]
went on far too long.
[G]Someone in a doctor’s office was [D]describing maladies
To a [C]doctor that [D]was way over their [G]head.
But the doctor took it in from [D]beginning to the end,
Trying to [C]figure out just why they weren’t yet [D]dead.
But [Em]death just like life comes to us [C]all
For [D]those who’re deathly sick or for the [G]strong
So [Em]as through life we cope, it’s [C]best for us to hope
That we'll [D]end up in The last great [C]American Love [G]song.