Writer: hank williams, sr.

[c] i'll pretend i'm free from sor-[g7] row

Make believe that wrong is [c] right

Your wedding day [c7] will be to-[f] morrow

But there'll [c] be no [g7] teardrops to-[c] night.



Why, oh [f] why - should you de-[c] sert me

Are you [f] doin' this for [g7] spite

If you [c] only [c7] want to hurt [f] me

Then there'll [c] be no [g7] teardrops to-[c] night.



I'll believe that you still love me

When you wear your veil of white

But you think that you're above me

So there'll be no teardrops tonight.



Shame, oh shame - for what you're doin'

Other arms will hold you tight

You don't care whose life you ruin

But there'll be no teardrops tonight.