THERE AIN'T SO MUCH THAT I CAN DO ABOUT IT

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.

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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".

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

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