Song | Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry |
Artist | Frank Sinatra |
Album | The Best of the Columbia Years: 1943-1952 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Sammy Cahn/Jule Styne Arranger:Axel Stordahl | |
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, I can't get myself together | |
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry | |
My friend ask me out, but I tell them I'm busy | |
I've got to get a new alibi | |
I hang around at home, and ask myself: 'Where is she?' | |
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry | |
Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops | |
Moving on a stream of dreams | |
My little memories, those precious memories | |
Remind me of our crazy schemes | |
Then somebody says, just forget about her | |
But I gave that treatment a try | |
Strangely enough, I got along without her | |
Then one day she passed me right by - oh well | |
I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry |
Written: Sammy Cahn Jule Styne Arranger: Axel Stordahl | |
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, I can' t get myself together | |
Guess I' ll hang my tears out to dry | |
My friend ask me out, but I tell them I' m busy | |
I' ve got to get a new alibi | |
I hang around at home, and ask myself: ' Where is she?' | |
Guess I' ll hang my tears out to dry | |
Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops | |
Moving on a stream of dreams | |
My little memories, those precious memories | |
Remind me of our crazy schemes | |
Then somebody says, just forget about her | |
But I gave that treatment a try | |
Strangely enough, I got along without her | |
Then one day she passed me right by oh well | |
I guess I' ll hang my tears out to dry |
Written: Sammy Cahn Jule Styne Arranger: Axel Stordahl | |
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, I can' t get myself together | |
Guess I' ll hang my tears out to dry | |
My friend ask me out, but I tell them I' m busy | |
I' ve got to get a new alibi | |
I hang around at home, and ask myself: ' Where is she?' | |
Guess I' ll hang my tears out to dry | |
Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops | |
Moving on a stream of dreams | |
My little memories, those precious memories | |
Remind me of our crazy schemes | |
Then somebody says, just forget about her | |
But I gave that treatment a try | |
Strangely enough, I got along without her | |
Then one day she passed me right by oh well | |
I guess I' ll hang my tears out to dry |