D  G  D     G  D  G

[Verse 1]
      D                          G
There once was a man who thought love was warm
      D                            A
Hell, stop me if you've heard this story before
         D                       G
He had a purple heart, but who's keeping score
          D                           A
There's a lot of purple hearts in the purple heart store
         G                      A
He was a commandant, now he's a penitent
       D         G  D  A
On Ash Wednesday

[Verse 2]
      D                   G
There once was a woman, a pretty young thing
    D                   A
She sold her soul for a diamond ring
    D                     G
She heard about love in a magazine
       D                       A
Saw it every Friday night on a movie screen
          G                      A
She was a debutante, now she's a penitent
       D         G  D  A
On Ash Wednesday

[Verse 3]
             D                  A
They're both love sick, they're love tired
     D                             G
They strayed a little close to the edge of the fire
      D                          A
Their hands got burned and their eyebrows singed
        D                            G
They're walking down the streets of oblivion
         D                       A
They got holes in their pockets, holes in their minds
        D                 G
They're holy people in an unholy time
Bm                            A
Heading for the church at the end of the line
    G           A Bm
Ash Wednesday

[Chorus]
                        F#m                  Em
See them hanging out in every lonely place

They'll tell you love can't hurt them now
                G             A
But they've got ashes on their face

[Instrumental]
D  A  D  G  Bm  A  G    A Bm

[Chorus]
                        F#m                  Em
See them hanging out in every lonely place

They'll tell you love can't hurt them now
                G             A
But they've got ashes on their face

[Verse 4]
          D                     A
We're all love sick, we're love tired
   D                             G
We strayed a little close to the edge of the fire
    D                        A
Our hands got burned and our eyebrows singed
      D                            G
We're walking down the streets of oblivion
       D                     A
We got holes in our pockets, holes in our minds
      D                 G
We're holy people in an unholy time
Bm                            A
Heading for the church at the end of the line

[Outro]
    G 
Ash Wednesday
          D
Yeah, Ash Wednesday