Tom: B
B2 (B2)
Well, I feel like an old hobo - I'm sad, lonesome and blue
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I was fair as a summer's day now the summer days are through
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You pass through places and places pass through you
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But you carry them with you on the soles of your travelling shoes
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Well, I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
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I wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you
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I got the wandering blues, I got the wandering blues
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And I'm going to quit these rambling ways one of these days soon
And I sing
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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Well, it's times like these I feel so small
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And wild like the rambling footsteps of a wandering child
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And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
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Singing these blues with a warble and a trill
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But I'm not too blue to fly - no, I'm not too blue to fly
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Cause the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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Well, I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
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I wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you
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I got the wandering blues, I got the wandering blues
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And I don't want to leave you, I love you through and through
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Well, I left my baby on a pretty blue train
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And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain
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And I had the wandering blues, and I sang those wandering blues
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And I'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of these days soon
And I sing
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
B2 E B2 F#
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
B2 E B2 F#
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
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Well, I don't care if the sun don't shine
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And I don't care if nothing is mine
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And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
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I'll do my loving in the wintertime...
