Bb Cm
Talking to death, crying on the telephone
D#
The nights when he drinks at home
F Bb Cm F
She has to whisper through her tears
Bb Cm
Johnny, she says, could never do those things to me
D#
But I could never make her see
F G
She’s wasted such precious years
Cm F Bb
Well you married the wrong guy that’s all I ever say
Bridge:
Bb G
He’s a no good so and so
Cm F D#
But she’ll never let him go, though she knows it will never work
Bb D# Bb
She loves the jerk, she loves the jerk
He was the guy always out on the make
I guess he has what it takes
To turn the head of pretty girls
She thought he might change, the worst of us can settle down
But he couldn’t stay out of town
Not even for this precious girl
So she lives with the lies and the bumps and the bruises
Bridge + Chorus
D# F D Gm
I hung up the phone and I pretend she’s in my arms
D# F Gm F G
What I wouldn’t give for just one bit of what she gives Mr. Johnny
Bridge + Chorus (up 1 measure)
by: José Duarte
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