Someday

A A A A A A A A . . . Put down the coffee cup. . . and throw that old guitar up Em Em And I. . . play for a while, D D Well, I guess I haven't played for a while A A A A . . . Still have a letter to send you. . . and a broken heart to mend Em Em I was played. . . . D D Now I guess I'll just keep waiting it out Bm Bm E E . . . ‘Cause once you're gone, then. . . you're really gone! A A D D And it burns in a worst kind of a way Bm Bm E . . . So, I'll just write a song E A A A A A A . . . But what I do with all your stuff? A A You know I guess it don't mean much Em Em And I'm wasting my time D D Figuring what's yours and what's mine! A A . . . And of all the things you left, A A My heart's the one I'd wish you'd catch. Em Em You know. . . everything's fine, D D Then again, not everything's fine! Bm Bm E E . . . ‘Cause once you're gone, then. . . you're really gone! A A D D And it burns in a worst kind of a way Bm Bm E . . . So, I'll just write a song E A A | A | A | Em | Em | D | D | | A | A | A | A | Em | Em | D | D | Bm Bm E E . . .‘Cause once you're gone. . . then you're really gone A A D D And it burns in a worst kind of a way Bm Bm E . . . So, I'll just sing a song. . . E A A A A And hope you'll hear it some—day. . . some—day. . . some-day Bm Bm E . . . . . I'll just sing a song. . . E A A A A A A A A And hope you'll hear it some—day. . . . . . . . . some-day. . . . . .