C Talking to myEmself and feeling Gm old, A
Dm Sometimes I’d like to Em quit, Dm nothing ever seems to Em fit
Am Hanging aFround, Dm nothing to do but C frown
Dm Rainy days and Mondays F always get me C down.
C What I’ve got they Em used to call the Gm blues. A
Dm Nothing is really Em wrong, Dm feeling like I don’t beEmlong,
Am Walking aFround, Dm some kind of lonely C clown,
Dm Rainy days and Mondays F always get me C down.
Am Funny, but it F seems I always Dm wind up here with C you
Em Nice to F know somebody loves G me.
Am Funny, but it F seems that it’s the Dm only thing to C do,
Em Run and F find the one who loves G me. G7
C What I feel has Em come and gone beGmfore. A
Dm No need to talk it Em out, Dm we know what it’s all aEmbout,
Am Hanging a-Fround, Dm nothing to do but C frown
Dm Rainy days and Mondays F always get me C down.
Am Funny, but it F seems I always Dm wind up here with C you
Em Nice to F know somebody loves G me. G7
D What I feel has F#m come and gone beCfore. B7
Em No need to talk it F#m out, Em we know what it’s all aF#mbout,
Bm Hanging aGround, Em nothing to do but D frown,
Em Rainy days and Mondays G always get me D down.
Bm Hanging aG round, Em nothing to do but D frown,
Em Rainy days and Mondays G always get . . . . me D down.