`Til I can make it on my own

 

 G ~                 D   - C                               G

1. I'll need time       to get you off my mind.

                       C                                          G

    And I may sometimes bother you, try to be in touch with you,

              D                                                   G    ~

    even ask too much of you from time to time.

                     D     - C                                             G

    Now and then,       Lord, you know I'll need a friend.

                   C                                       G

    Till I get used to losing you, let me keep on using you,

D                                        G   ~

    `til I can make it on my own.

 

               D  - C                                  G

2. I'll get by,       but no matter how I try.

                       C                                                 G

    There'll be times you know I'll call, chances are my tears will fall,

                  D                                                 G   ~

    and I'll have no pride at all, from time to time.

                    D   - C                                          G

    But they say,       oh, there'll be a brighter day.

                 C                                      G

    But till then I'll lean on you, that's all I mean to do,

D                                        G                              

    `til I can make it on my own.

    

     D                       B7                   Em                       G

   Surely, someday I'll look up and see the morning sun,

C                            D                    G

    without another lonely night behind me.

       D                        B7                 Em                    G

    Then I'll know I'm over you, and all my crying's done,

    A                                               D          

    no more hurtin memories can find me.

 

   G              D    - C                                                         G

3.    But till then,       Lord, you know I'm gonna need a friend.

                   C                                       G

    Till I get used to losing you, let me keep on using you,

D                                        G     D                                       C – D - G

    `til I can make it on my own,     till I can make it on my own.

 

    (Tammy Wynette)