Writer: hank williams, sr.
[c] i'll pretend i'm free from sor-[g7] row
Make believe that wrong is [c] right
Your wedding day [c7] will be to-[f] morrow
But there'll [c] be no [g7] teardrops to-[c] night.

Why, oh [f] why - should you de-[c] sert me
Are you [f] doin' this for [g7] spite
If you [c] only [c7] want to hurt [f] me
Then there'll [c] be no [g7] teardrops to-[c] night.

I'll believe that you still love me
When you wear your veil of white
But you think that you're above me
So there'll be no teardrops tonight.

Shame, oh shame - for what you're doin'
Other arms will hold you tight
You don't care whose life you ruin
But there'll be no teardrops tonight.