South Pacific - A Cockeyed Optimist

F Dm When the skies are brighter canary yellow C Am I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen, Ab C So they called me a cockeyed optimist Db F Immature and incurably green. F Dm I have heard people rant and rave and bellow C Am That we're done and we might as well be dead, Ab C But I'm only a cockeyed optimist Db F And I can't get it into my head. A I hear the human race Em Is fallin' on its face C And hasn't very far to go, A But ev'ry whippoorwill G Is sellin' me a bill, C G And tellin' me it just ain't so. F Dm I could say life is just a bowl of Jello C Am And appear more intelligent and smart, A But I'm stuck like a dope Em With a thing called hope, C And I can't get it out of my heart! Dm C F Not this heart...