Olympic

^E Is ^A many ti ^E mes so ^A lonely
she’s unhappy
the reason to cry is always
my guitar, ^E baby

^A what ^D she will say when she comes
and she will find an ampty house
^H with very few words ^A on it
that I ^G love her
^H well, I must pl ^E ay, ^A I must play

Well, even so she hopes
believes and dreams
if not today tomorrow evening
I’ll be with her, here

Phone is ringin’ on my table
I have a guilty look at Mary
and she knows what l will say
and she does at me
"heah", I must play, I must play

Mary, Mary

Is many times so lonely
she’s unhappy
the reason to cry is always
my guitar, baby

I’ m leaving what she’ll say to me
when we’ll be together
she’ll excuse me
surely she want for ever do at me
like to the others
"heah", I must play, I must play