Until The Real Things Come Along

Frank Sinatra

Tom: A

 A                   E7 
I'd work for you, I'd slave for you, 
         F#7 
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you; 
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And if that isn't love, it will have to do  
A          F#m               D9   E7 
Until the real thing comes along. 
 
A                   E7 
I'd gladly move the earth for you 
    F#7 
To prove my love, dear, and its worth for you; 
               D            Dm7     Dm6 
If that isn't love, it will have to do 
  A       D9         E7/6  E7    A   G#7 
Until the real thing comes a - long 
 
 C#                       G#7 
With all the words, dear, at my command 
   F#                 C# 
I just can't make you understand 
C#                             G#7 
I'll always love you, darling, come what may 
    C#                   E7 
My heart is yours, what more can I say? 
 
        A                  E7 
I would cry for you, even sigh for you, 
 F#7 
Tear the stars down from the sky for you 
               D          Dm7     Dm6 
If that isn't love, it'll have to do 
  F         E7        D9  Bm7   A          
Until the real thing comes a - long.  
 
        A                E7 
I would walk on burning coals for you, 
F#7 
I would drive the Chrysler, leave the Rolls for you 
              D          Dm7     Dm6 
If that isn't love, it'll have to do 
  F         E7        D9  Bm7   A          
Until the real thing comes a - long. 
 
        A               E7 
I would try to hit high C for you, 
F#7 
I'd even punch out Mister T for you, 
               D          Dm7     Dm6 
If that isn't love, it'll have to do 
  F         E7        D9  Bm7   A          
Until the real thing comes a - long. 
  
C#                                 G#7 
There's not a thing that you can't ask of me
   F#             G#7 
Go on, demand any task from me 
C#                      G#7 
You want the moon for a lavalier? 
C#                             E7 
All you've got to do is nibble on my ear. 
 
  A                                  E7 
I would rob, steal, beg borrow and lie for you 
F#7 
Lay my little body down and die for you, 
               D       Dm7       Dm6 
If that ain't love, if that ain't love, 
    A          A7          D9    Dm7/5- 
If that ain't love, it'll have to  do 
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Until the real thing comes a - long.