D            A7                    D         A
And when the morning comes and you gotta get up,
G                          D
How you going to find your shoes?
      A7                A
In an empty bed with an aching head,
    G                            D
You know it's gotta give you the blues.

D
I don't know what's going on here,
       A
I know things are not all right,
A
If you want me to I'll go dear,
       G          Em7      D
If you want, I'll stay all night.

D                D7
Came here with my broken heart,
G                 E7
Wrapped away with care,
A
All you do is sit and drink,
A             Em   D
And stare, at your TV.

             A7                    D         A
And when the morning comes and you gotta get up,
G                          D
How you going to find your shoes?
      A7                A
In an empty bed with an aching head,
    G                            D
You know it's gotta give you the blues.

D
You ask me, why I came here,
    A7
But you're the one who phoned,
              A
I wasn't very happy,
            G     D
But I did alright alone.

D
I thought you learned to love me,
  G               E
I guess you never will,
    A
The key's lost to the kingdom,
                         D
And I don't have time to kill.

             A7                    D         A
And when the morning comes and you gotta get up,
G                          D
How you going to find your shoes?
      A7                A
In an empty bed with an aching head,
    G                            D
You know it's gotta give you the blues.

D A D A G D G E7 A D

D
So it's goodbye, Carolina,
A
So long, Tennessee,
A
California's calling,
    G                 D
And Chicago's good to me.

D
My feet are in the stirrups,
   G             E
My pony wants to run,
A
Think I'll hit the highway,
A                      D
I guess you're not the one.

             A7                    D         A
And when the morning comes and you gotta get up,
G                          D
How you going to find your shoes?
      A7                A
In an empty bed with an aching head,
    G                            D
You know it's gotta give you the blues.

         A7                    D         A
When the morning comes and you gotta get up,
G                          D
How you going to find your shoes?
      A7                A
In an empty bed with an aching head,
    G                            D
You know it's gotta give you the blues.