THERE AIN’T SO MUCH THAT I CAN DO ABOUT IT
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There ain’t so much that I can do about it.
There ain’t so much that I can do at all.
There ain’t so much that I can do about it.
I just gotta take my chips the way they fall.
Now my woman she has gone and left me
And I haven’t got a notion where she went,
But I know she stripped me bare of every penny
And the money I had saved to pay the rent.
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But there ain’t so much I can do about it, etc
I find it hard to sleep at night without her;
My arms are empty and my feet are cold.
I get so tired of listening to the silence,
It would be sweetest music to hear her scold.
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But there ain’t so much I can do about it, etc
I went and called upon a kindly neighbour
And when I told her all my tale of woe
I thought she’d offer me a word of comfort,
But she only smiled and said “I told you so”.
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But there ain’t so much I can do about it, etc
If I should ever reach the gates of heaven
Shall I hear the Welcome bells begin to chime,
Or will the voice of old St Peter thunder,
“You came too late, my boy, it’s closing time.”
Refrain:
But there ain’t so much I can do about it, etc
Refrain:
There ain’t so much that I can do about it.
There ain’t so much that I can do at all.
There ain’t so much that I can do about it.
I just gotta take my chips the way they fall.
Now my woman she has gone and left me
And I haven’t got a notion where she went,
But I know she stripped me bare of every penny
And the money I had saved to pay the rent.
Refrain:
But there ain’t so much I can do about it, etc
I find it hard to sleep at night without her;
My arms are empty and my feet are cold.
I get so tired of listening to the silence,
It would be sweetest music to hear her scold.
Refrain:
But there ain’t so much I can do about it, etc
I went and called upon a kindly neighbour
And when I told her all my tale of woe
I thought she’d offer me a word of comfort,
But she only smiled and said “I told you so”.
Refrain:
But there ain’t so much I can do about it, etc
If I should ever reach the gates of heaven
Shall I hear the Welcome bells begin to chime,
Or will the voice of old St Peter thunder,
“You came too late, my boy, it’s closing time.”
Refrain:
But there ain’t so much I can do about it, etc