No Pen Of Mine

Bm Bm E The pressure that comes with filling page one, Am G Could drive one to drink. Here it is, I am done. C Am Call it a day, call it a night, Dm E You cannot do wrong, I cannot do right. C Am If I knew where to start, I might know where to end, Bm A Might know when to leave, I might know how to bend, A# F These rules that were written by no pen of mine, Gm A Dm To which I adhere, by which we abide... Bm E The pen is not black, I won’t write in blue, Am G It doesn’t seem right when I’m writing of you. C Am Call it a day, call it a night, Dm E You’ve nothing to say if you’ve nothing to write. C Am If I knew where to start, I might know where to end, Bm A Might know when to leave, I might know how to bend, A# F These rules that were written by no pen of mine, Gm A Dm To which I adhere, by which we abide... Dm G C F Dm G C F Dm G C F The writing’s on the wall, I had no part in it at all, Dm G C F The book is in the bin. Why start a fight I’ll never win? Dm G C F Black or blue or red, I cannot change the things you said, Dm G C F So take her home to bed, I’m sure by morning you’ll be wed.