Текст (слова) песни: Frank Sinatra - Guess I`ll Hang My Tears Out To Dry/In The Wee Sma
The torch I carry is handsome It`s worth its heartache in ransom Now when that twilight steals I know how the lady in the harbor feels
When I want rain, I get sunny weather I`m just as blue, blue as the sky Since love has gone, can`t get myself together Guess I`ll hang my tears out to dry
In the wee small hours of the morning My friends ask me out, but I tell them I`m busy Must get to get a new alibi While the whole wide world is fast asleep I stay at home, and ask myself: "Where is she?" You lie awake and think about the girl Guess I`ll hang my tears out to dry
Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops Hanging on a string of dreams Fly little memories, those little memories Remind her of our crazy schemes When your lonely heart has learned its lesson Yes somebody said, just forget about her You`d be his if only he`d call So, I gave that treatment a try And strangely enough, I got along without her In the wee small hours of the morning Then one day she passed me right by - oh well I guess I`ll hang my tears out to dry
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