"Singer Of Sad Songs"
"LP "singer of sad songs"
"Transcribe" sanoma at onewest.net
(F)Widow Jones couldn't,
(A#)Make it on her,
(F)own.Frank was 'lectrified leavin
(A#)six kids half,
(F)grown.in her misery she sent for,
(A)me. the singer of sad songs.And I
(no chord) And she cried
(F)I need your services
(F)Dr. of broken
(A#)hearts. i'll mend your
(C)socks, wash your clothes
(F)For your pay.
(3)*Up one step*
Farmer Brown had always dreamed of city lights.
Mini skirts on pretty girls were in his sights.
So one early morn' he left his corn,
To harvest a field of sin.
Mrs. Brown called me shortly after three a m.
Lovely Lucy sat there sippin' a glass of wine.
She was at the church a waiten' till after nine.
But the groom to be was somewhere free,
With a case of yelow spine.
Lovely Lucy she's still a virgin that's a crime.