Hung Up On You
Fountains Of WayneVersion1
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While I down Kentucky bourbon
I am waiting for a call
And the moon and stars tonight
Are playing shadows on the wall
With the moon the way it is, dear
Would you answer out of spite
Or are you feeling lonely tonight
Cause I remember last time
We were out under the stars
Driving crooked down the highway
Drinking beer in roadside bars
And now and then I wonder
Why this painful memory
Can never find its way to you from me
And I can't dial the phone just now
Even though I know your number
Can't bring my broken heart to be untrue
Like you did today
You'll say goodbye the same old way
Ever since you hung up on me
I'm hung up on you
Well the house I'm ringing up from
Is a half a mile from you
But with the reception I'm getting
Might as well be Timbuktu
And behind the door of your home
Is a strange and foreign land
Where you speak a language I don't understand
Now I'm going down to Jimmy's bar
Like a thousand other times
With an appetite for poison
And a suitcase full of dimes
And I'll wait there by the payphone
With one hundred other guys
With those sorry hung-up teardrops in our eyes
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Readable chord sheet for Hung Up On You by Fountains Of Wayne
W[G]hile I down Kentucky bourbon I[C] am waiting for a call A[D]nd the moon and stars tonight A[G]re playing shadows on the wall W[G]ith the moon the way it is, dear W[C]ould you answer out of spite O[D]r are you feeling lonely t[G]onight C[G]ause I remember last time W[C]e were out under the stars D[D]riving crooked down the highway D[G]rinking beer in roadside bars A[G]nd now and then I wonder W[C]hy this painful memory C[D]an never find its way to you fro[G]m me A[G]nd I can't dial the phone just now E[C]ven though I know your number C[D]an't bring my broken heart to[G] be untrue L[G]ike you did today Y[C]ou'll say goodbye the same old way E[D]ver since you hung up on me I[G]'m hung up on you Well the house I'm ringing up from Is a half a mile from you But with the reception I'm getting Might as well be Timbuktu And behind the door of your home Is a strange and foreign land Where you speak a language I don't understand Now I'm going down to Jimmy's bar Like a thousand other times With an appetite for poison And a suitcase full of dimes And I'll wait there by the payphone With one hundred other guys With those sorry hung-up teardrops in our eyes