I sure do need to tell her that i’ve thought the whole thing through
E A
And now it’s clear that she is what i should have held on to
[Reff] :
E
They say hind sights twenty twenty
A D A
But i’m nearly going blind
B7
From staring at her photograph
E
And wishing she was mine
A
It’s that same ole lost love story
D Bm
It’s sad, but it’s true
E
There was a time when she was mine
A
In nineteen eighty two
[Verse 2] :
A D
Postman can you sell me a special kind of stamp
E D E A E