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Intro: B Ebm Eb
#1.
Eb Bb
Quit treatin' me like a child with a broken toy,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ebm Eb
It may be broken but it ain't no toy, no, no, no.
Bb
You're making me feel like an orphan son, yeah,
yeah, yeah.
Ab Bb
When really, baby, when really, baby, when really,
Eb
baby, you're the guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty one.
#2.
Eb Bbm
You look at me and I feel like the guilty one, yeah,
Bb Eb
yeah, when I know there's not a thing I've done, no,
no, no, no.
Eb Bb
I feel like crying cause I know it's fun to yah, yeah,
Ab
yeah, yeah, to make me look bad, to make me look so bad.
Bb Eb
To make me look bad, when you're the guilty, guilty,
Bb Eb A Bb
guilty, guilty, guilty one.
#3.
Eb Bb
You locked me out and I cry for the key to the door,
yeah, yeah.
But you wouldn't slide the key 'neath the door to me,
Eb
Would ya, no, no, no, no.
Eb Bb
Then when I fall in the arms of another one, yeah, yeah.
Ab
You've got the nerve to say, you've got the nerve to say,
Bb
you've got the nerve to say you're the guilty, guilty,
Eb
guilty, guilty one.
OUTRO:
Eb Bb
Mmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmmmm-hmmm-hmmmm-mmmmm..
Eb
Mmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmmmm-hmmm-hmmmm-mmmmm..
Eb Bb
Then when I fall in the arms of another love,
yeah, yeah.
Bb Ab
You've got the nerve to say, you've got the nerve to say,
Bb
you've got the nerve to say you're the guilty, guilty,
Eb
guilty, guilty one.
Written by John D. Loudermilk