Frank Sinatra

The torch I carry is handsome;
It's worth it's heartache in ransome.
Now when that twilight steals,
I know how the la - dy in the har - bor feels.
When I want rain, I get sun - ny weath - er
I'm just as blue as the sky
Since love is gone, can't pull my - self to - geth - er
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Friends ask me out, but I tell them I'm bus - y --
Got to get a new al - i - bi
I stay at home, and ask my - self "Where is she?"
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry
Bridge:
Dry lit - tle tear drops, my lit - tle tear drops
Hang - ing on a stream of dreams
Fly, little mem' - ries, my lit - tle mem' - ries
Re - mind her of our cra - zy schemes
Yes, some - bod - y said "Just for - get a - bout her,"
So I gave that treat - ment a try,
Then one day she passed me right by -- oh, well,
I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.