Guess there are ^Ctimes when we all need to share a ^Flittle pain And ironing out the r^Gough spots Is the hardest part when ^Cmemories remain And it's ^Ctimes like these when we all need to hear the ^Fradio `Cause from the ^Glips of some old singer We can share the troubles we ^Calready know

^CTurn them on, turn them on Turn on those ^Fsad songs When all hope is ^Ggone Why don't you tune in and turn them ^Con

They reach into your ^Croom ohh ohhh Just feel their g^Fentle touch When all hope is ^Ggone Sad songs say so ^Cmuch

If someone else is ^Csuffering enough to ^Fwrite it down When every single ^Gword makes sense Then it's easier to ^Chave those songs around The kick inside ^Cis in the line that finally g^Fets to you and it feels so good to ^Ghurt so bad And suffer just enough to ^Csing the blues (CHORUS) Sad songs, they ^Fsay Sad songs, they ^Gsay Sad songs, they ^Fsay G F\C G Sad songs, they say so much (CHORUS) When all hope is g^Gone, sad songs say so m^Cuch. (REPEAT, AD LIB ON LYRICS, FADE)