People Ain't No Good

People just (C)ain't no good.

(F)I think that's well (C)understood.

(F)You can see it (C)ev'rywhere you look.

(F)People just ain't no (G)good.

(G7)We were married under (C)cherry trees;

(F)under blossoms we (C)made our vows.

(F)All the blossoms come day (C)sailing down

(F)and through the streets and through the (G)playgrounds.

The sun would stream (C)on the sheets;

(F)woken by soms the (C)morning bird.

(F)We'd the buy the Sun day (C)newspapers

(F)and never read a single (G)word.

grounds. The sun would stream

People, they (C)ain't (G)no (F)good.

People, they (C)ain't (G)no (F)good.

People, they (C)ain't (G)no (F)good.

(G)Seasons came and (C)seasons went.

(F)The winter stripped tling the the (C)blossoms bare.

(F)A diff'rent tree she now the (C)lines the streets,

(F)shaking its fists in the (G)air.

(G)The winter slammed us like a (C)fist.

sons went.

(F)The windows rat tling in the (C)gales,

soms bare.

(F)A dif to which she drew the (C)curtains streets,

(F)made out of her wedding (G)veils.

(G)The winter slammed us like a

People, they (F)good at (G)all.

(G)To our (C)love send a dozen white (F)lilies.

To our (C)love a send a coffin of (F)wood.

To our (C)love let all the pinkeyed (F)pigeons coo that (Dm)people,

they just ain't no (G)good.

To our (C)love send a back all the (F)letters.

To our (C)love, a valentine fin of (F)blood.

To our (C)love let all the jilted (F)lovers cry that (Dm)people,

they just ain't no (G)good.

To our good.

(G)It ain't that in their (C)hearts they're bad.

(F)They can comfort you;

some (C)even try.