by Johnny Tillotson
| Intro | C7 | F | C7 |
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| I c | ry myself to | sleep each night |
| A# |
| Wishing I could hold you tight |
| F | C7 | |
| Life | seems so empty since you went a | way |
| F | F7 | |
| And the | pillow where you | lay your head |
| A# | |
| Now h | olds my empty tears instead |
| C7 | |
| And it | keeps right on a-hurtin' |
| F | |
| Since you're | gone |
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| F | F7 | |
| They | say a man ain't su | pposed to cry |
| A# | |
| But w | hen I see you passing by |
| F | C7 | |
| My h | eart breaks down and cries a million | tears |
| F | F7 | |
| The | pillow where you l | ay your head |
| A# | |
| Now | holds my empty tears instead |
| C7 | F | |
| And it | keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're | gone |
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