[C] No one will ever know [F] my heart is [C] breaking. Al[G]though a million teardrops start to [C] flow. I'll cry myself to sleep [F] and wake up [C] smiling.
NEATH A COLD GRAY TOMB OF STONE. WRITERS HANK WILLIAMS, MEL FOREE. Passing by a lonesome graveyard. Everything I love is gone. Weeping as they lay my darling.