by Hank Williams, Sr.
| Intro | G |
| G | C | |
| The news is | out all over | town |
| G | D7 | |
| That youve been | seen a | runnin round |
| G | C | |
| I know that | I should leave but | then |
| G | D7 | G | |
| I just cant | go you | win a | gain. |
| C | G | |
| This heart of | mine could never | see |
| D7 | |
| What everybody knew but | me |
| G | C | |
| Just trusting | you was my great | sin |
| G | D7 | G | |
| What can I | do you | win a | gain. |
| G | C | |
| Im | sorry for your victim | now |
| G | D7 | |
| cause soon his | head like mine will | bow |
| G | C | |
| Hell give his | heart but all in | vain |
| G | D7 | G | |
| And someday | say you | win a | gain. |
| C | G | |
| You have no | heart you have no | shame |
| D7 | |
| You take true love and give the | blame |
| G | C | |
| I guess that | I should not com | plain |
| G | D7 | G | |
| I love you | still you | win a | gain. |