Elvis Presley - Mr songman

^BHere's ^Eanother dime for you, Mr. ^ASongman. Sing the ^Bloneliness of broken dreams ^Aaway, if you ^Ecan. ^BYes, it's ^Eonly ^Bme and ^Eyou, Mr. ^ASongman. Take away the ^Enight, ^Asing away my ^Bhurt, Mr. ^ESongman.

^EIn your ivory covered house, safe behind your walls of ^Aglass. You keep ^Estaring back at me like a ^Gbmemory from the ^Bpast. Won't you ^Esing me away to a summer night, let me hold her in my arms ^Aagain. I know ^Ammemory's not re-^Eliving, but at ^Bleast it's not the ^Eend.

So, ^Bhere's ^Eanother dime for you, Mr. ^ASongman. Sing the ^Bloneliness of broken dreams ^Aaway, if you ^Ecan. ^BYes, it's ^Eonly ^Bme and ^Eyou, Mr. ^ASongman. Take away the ^Enight, ^Asing away my ^Bhurt, Mr. ^ESongman.

Won't you ^Esing me away to a summer night, let me hold her in my arms ^Aagain. Take away the ^Enight, ^Asing away my ^Bhurt, Mr. ^ESongman.^{A E}