When your E baby leaves you all alone
And no-A body calls you on the E phone
Doncha feel like B7 crying? Doncha feel like E crying?
Well, here I’am B7 honey, c’mon, you cry to E me

When you’re all E alone in your lonely room
And there’s A nothing but the smell of her per-E fume
Doncha feel like B7 crying? Doncha feel like E crying?
Don’t ya feel like B7 crying, c’mon, c’mon, you cry to E7 me

Woa oh, A nothing can be sadder than a E glass of wine alone
B7 Loneliness loneliness, such a waste of your E7 time
But you A don’t ever you don’t ever have to walk a-E lone
You see, so B7 c mon take my hand, baby won’t you walk with E me?

When you’re E waiting for a voice to come
In the A night there is no E one
Doncha feel like B7 crying? Doncha feel like E crying?
Don’t ya feel like B7 cry-cry-E crying (Cry to me, cry to me)
Don’t ya feel like B7 cry-cry-E crying

Solomon Burke

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Marc Broussard

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