Hợp âm The Chicago Story

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[D]At the [A]air[D]port in [A]Chi[D]cago[A]
Sunday [D]night
A sol[G]dier and [D]his pretty wife came by
[A]She had [G]brought him there
to [D]send him off to war
I heard him say,
[A]now[D] do[A]n't cry any more[D]
[A]Unashamed [D]they [A]kissed
each other [D]there
He [G]ran his fingers [D]through her pretty hair
[G]Once or twice she [D]tried but could not speak
I saw the teardrops [A]rollin'
down [D]her cheek
She said, now don't you worry,
[A]I'll be tru[D]e
I [G]hope and pray no [D]harm will [A]come [D]to you
I [G]thought to myself,
[D]good Lord, what a shame
It made me stop and [A]wonder
who's to [D]blame
[A]That [D]airport looked
so [A]big and them so [D]small
I [G]couldn't hold a [D]teardrop back at all
He [G]turned and ran to [D]catch
his waiting plane
She stood there crying,
[A]calling out his nam[D]e[E]
She watched his plane go [B]up into the [E]sky
She [A]waited until [E]it was out of sight
And she [A]smiled, and I thought,
[E]Lord, she's lost her mind
But she reached into her
[B]purse and got a [E]dime
She was smiling as she
[B]dropped the money [E]in
She was [A]smiling as she
[E]let the number ring
And as [A]I left, heard her s[E]ay to the phone
I'll be over later, lover boy,
[E]he's gone

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