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      Submitted by Neal
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        C                   F                        C
        Dontcha take it too bad, if you're feelin' unlovin'
                            G7                          C
        If you're feelin' unfeelin', if you're feelin' alone.
                                                        F
        Dontcha take it too bad, 'cause it ain't you to blame babe,
                    C                             G7
        It's only a game made, out of all of this livin'
                            C   F   C
        That we got left to do.


        And if you go searchin' for rhyme or for reason
        Then we won't have the time that it takes just for talkin'
        About the places you've been babe
        About the faces you've seen babe
        And how soft the time flies, past your window at night.

        And we just can't have that girl
        Cause it's a sad lonesome cold world
        And a man needs a woman to stand by his side
        And whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams
        And roses and playthings
        And the sweetness of springtime
        And the sound of the rain.

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country strum with bass pickin'

C                     F                         C
Don't you take it too bad, if you're feelin' unlovin'
              G      G7                        C
If you're feelin' unfeelin, if you're feelin' alone
                      F                                   C
Don't you take it too bad, cause it ain't you to blame, babe
                       G                               G7
well it's some kind of game, babe, out of all of this living,
                C
that we've got left to do.

Aw if you go searchin, for rhyme or for reason
well then you won't have the time that it takes just for talkin
about the places you've been, babe, and the faces you've seen, babe
and how soft the time flies past your window at night.

And we just can't have that girl, cause it's a hard lonesome cold world
and a man needs a woman to stand by his side
and whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams
and roses and playthings, and the sweetness of springtime
and the sound of the rain.