Chords for ♫ Todd Gordon ~ Alone Again (Naturally)

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_ _ _ _ [E] In a little while from now, if [F#] I'm not feeling any less sour,
_ [C#] I promise myself to treat [Em] myself and visit a nearby tower.
[C#m] _ _ [Bm] And climbing to the top will [Dm] throw _ _ myself [A] right off.
[E] _ In an effort [E]
to make it [A] clear to whoever [F#m] _ what it's like when you're [D#] shattered,
_ [G#] _ [C#m] left standing in the lurch [C#] at a church where [E] people _ [F#] sang,
_ [Bm] my God it's tough, she stood him up, no [G] point in us _ _ [Dm] remaining.
_ _ [A] We might as well go [C#m] home as I did on my [F#] _ _ _
own, _ _ [Bm] alone _ _ again, _ [E] _ _ [A] naturally.
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ [A] To think that only yesterday _ [E] _ I was [F#] cheerful, bright and gay,
_ looking [C#]
forward to who wouldn't do the role I was about to [C#] play.
_ [F#] _ [D] And as if to knock me down, _ _ [B] _
reality came [E] around,
[A] and without so much as a mere touch, cut [F#m] me into little [D#] pieces,
[G#] _ _ [C#m] _
leaving me to [E] doubt, _ _ [C#] talk about God [F#] in his mercy,
[Bm] who if he really [D] does exist, [Dm] then why did he desert [Bm] me?
_ [A]
In my hour of need, [C#m] I truly [F#] am indeed, _ [Bm]
alone _ [E] again, _ [F#] _ [A] naturally.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ [C] It seems [A] to me that there are more [Bm]
hearts, broken in the world that [B] can't be mended,
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ [Am] left unattended.
_ [Em] _ _ What do [B] we do?
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_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ [A] It seems to me that there are [G] more hearts, broken in the [B] world that can't be mended,
_ left [G#] _ _ _
[Am] unattended.
_ [Em] _ _ What [G#m] do we do?
_ _ _ [A#] _ [Bm] What do we do?
_ [B] _ _ _ [A]
Now looking back over the _ [F#] years, and whatever else that appears,
I [C#] remember I cried when my [Em] father died, [C#] never wishing to hide the [F#] tears.
And [Bm] at sixty-five [D] years old, [B] my mother, God rest her [D] soul,
_ [A]
couldn't understand why the only man [F#m] she had ever loved [D#] had been [G#] taken,
_ [C#m] _
leaving her to start _ [C#] with a heart so badly [E] broken.
_ _ [Bm]
Despite _ encouragement from me, [Dm] no words were [F] ever spoken,
[G] _ [A] and when she passed [E] away, [A] _ [C#m] I cried and cried [F#] all day,
_ [Bm]
alone _ again, _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] naturally.
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ Alone _ _ again.
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