Lady Day Frank Sinatra
Her [Am]day was [Fdim]born in sh[G]ades of [G9]blue,
Her [CM7]song was sad the [Am]words were true;
Her [D9]morning c[Dm]ame too f[G]ast too s[G9]oon,
And [CM7]died before the [Am]afternoon
Poor [G]la -[Cdim] dy [Dm]day [Gdim]could [G7]use s[G]ome [CM7]love, some [Am]sunshine,
[Dm]Lady[Dm+7] day [Dm7]has t[G]oo [Fdim]much r[CM7]ain
Poor [G]la -[Cdim] dy [Dm]day [Gdim]could [G7]use s[G]ome s[CM7]pring, some [Am]breezes,
[Dm]Lady[Dm+7] day [Dm7]has t[G]oo [Fdim]much p[CM7]ain.
It's [Am]such a [Am+7]lonely f[Dm]ace,[G7] it's such a cloudy [CM7]sky, [Am]
[Dm]So many s[G]hadows[Fdim] in [G7]her [Am]eye.[Am+7]
So [Am]many [Am+7]empty dr[Dm]eams,[G7] so many bitter t[CM7]imes, [Am]
Just a h[Dm]andful of[Fdim] broken rh[Am]ymes.
Poor [G]la -[Cdim] dy [Dm]day [Gdim]could [G7]use [G]a sm[CM7]ile, some k[Am]indness,
[Dm]Lady[Dm+7] day [Dm7]has t[G]oo [Fdim]much r[CM7]ain.
Poor [G]la -[Cdim] dy d[Dm]ay c[Gdim]ould u[G7]se s[G]ome [CM7]dreams, some f[Am]lowers;
[Dm]Lady[Dm+7] day [Dm7]has t[G]oo [Fdim]much p[CM7]ain.
J[Am]ust too [Am+7]much to [Dm]say,[G7] just to much to k[CM7]now, [Am]
Too l[Dm]ittle t[G]ime[Fdim] to [G7]say, “Hel[Am]lo.”[Am+7]
And t[Am]hen the e[Am+7]vening c[Dm]omes,[G7] and now she doesn't [CM7]cry, [Am]
And [Am+7]it's too l[Dm]ate to[Fdim] say, “Good-[Am]bye.”
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