Lovers Cross

by Jim Croce

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numbers in parenthesis are slurred together.
 

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Guess that it was bound to happen, was just a 
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matter of time.  But now I’ve come to my 
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decision, and it’s one of the painful kind.  
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Cause now it seems that you wanted a martyr, 
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just a regular guy wouldn’t do.  But, baby I 
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can’t hang upon no lovers cross for   you

Verse 2
(4-4) 4 5    -6 6   -5  6  -4 -5    4    5    You  really got to hand
it to ya, cause girl, 
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you really tried.  But for every time that we 
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spent laughin’ there were two times that I 
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cried.  And you were trying to make me your 
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martyr, and that’s the one thing I just 
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couldn’t do.  Cause baby, I can’t hang upon no 
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lovers cross for  you.

(Bridge)
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Cause tables are meant for turnin’,  and people 
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are bound to change.  And bridges are meant for 
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burnin’    when the people and mem’ries they 
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join aren’t the same.

Verse 3 (played the same as verse 2)

Still I hope that you can find another who can take what I could not.
He’ll have to be a super guy, or maybe a super god.  Cause I never was
much of a martyr before, and I ain’t bout to start nothin’ new. And
baby, I can’t hang upon no lover’s cross for you. (bridge)

Verse 4 (played the same as verse 2)

But I hope that you can find another who can take what I could not.
He’ll have to be a super guy, or maybe a super god.  Cause I never was
much of a martyr before, and I ain’t bout to start nothin’ new. And
baby, I can’t hang upon no lover’s cross for you.