Without You - Chords, Lyrics and Origins

Origins

Here's a jaunty, self-penned uptempo contemporary folk song about the pain, but also the freedom of breaking away from a relationship. The percussion part is played on a cajón (see this wikipedia article if you don't know what a cajón is), and the first thing you hear is a mandolin, which is sometimes been mistaken for a ukulele.  As shown below, the chord pattern changes subtly in the second part of the song (after the stop).  You can find out more about my original recordings at my web site: www.peterwebster.org.uk.

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Chords

First Part

D                                    G
Never had a woman with a temper like yours,
D                                A
Never been so much at threes and fours,
      
But I don't know
A
What I'd do
      D            G  D
Without you.

 


Second Part
D                                        G
Now you’ve gone and you’ve slammed the door
        D                   Bm
And I don’t mean to love you no more,
      G                 A                          D         G   D
But I don’t know what I’ll do without you.

 

Lyrics

Never had a woman with a temper like yours,
Never been so much at threes and fours,
But I don't know
What I'd do
Without you.

Never felt so much like a leaf in the breeze,
Never been nearly so weak at the knees,
But I don't know
What I'd do
Without you.


Never been so far out of control,
Forgotten which way to kick for the goal,
But I don't know
What I'd do
Without you.


Never had a lover with a mother like yours -
Feel I'm stuck forever in revolving doors,
But I don't know
What I'd do
Without you.


Doo-en doo-dah doo-den, du du doo-den du doo,
One minute we've started...
...and the next we're through...
...And I don't know
Just what I'll do
Without you.

Now you’ve gone and you’ve slammed the door
And I don’t mean to love you no more,
But I don’t know what I’ll do without you.

You had me dancing like a puppet on the string,
You just had to tell me and I’d do anything;
But now I’m thinking that I’m better off without you.

Mr Sorrow and Mr Pain,
They’re packing their bags, they won’t be calling again,
And I’ll be damned if I’m worse off without you.

When we meet again, as we surely will,
You shouldn’t expect me to love you still,
But a little bit of me always will – 
Goodbye Sue.

Copyright © Peter Webster 1995 - 2009

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