(Writer: Hank Williams, Sr.)
I'll pretend I'm free from sorrow,
Make believe that wrong is right;
Your wedding day will be tomorrow,
But there'll be no teardrops tonight.
Why, oh why should you desert me,
Are you doin' this for spite;
If you only want to hurt me,
Then there'll be no teardrops tonight.
--- Instrumental ---
I'll believe that you still love me,
When you wear your veil of white;
But you think that you're above me,
And there'll be no teardrops tonight.
Shame, oh shame for what you're doin',
Other arms will hold you tight;
You don't care whose life you ruin,
So, there'll be no teardrops tonight...
