Tom: A
A D
A mistake has been made it's a fact they can't hide
Bm E
Though I'm partly to blame it can not be denied
A D Bm
There ain't no use defending, it seems I've been tending
D E A E
The wrong grave for twenty three years.
A D
A letter dropped on to my doormat one day
Bm E
And I thought I'll ignore that - it might go away
A D Bm
And I took up my shears to the place where for years
D E A E7
I presumed my sweet darling had lain.
A D
Curse those in charge of plots, curse these forget-me-nots
Bm E E7
I've been sharing my innermost thoughts with an Edward McCrae
A D
I'm inconsolable and at times uncontrollable
Bm E E7
Ah but she wouldn't know 'cos she's two hundred metres away.
A D Bm
I'm numb from the sting that I've been tending
D E A E
The wrong grave for twenty three years,
A D Bm
Oh I walked up in Autumn, I ran up in spring
D E A E
To the wrong grave for twenty three years,
A D Bm
Oh ding a ling a ling a ling, now ain't that a thing
D E A E
The wrong grave for twenty three years,
D E A E
The wrong grave for twenty three years
D E D E
The wrong grave for twenty three years.
