Your New Man

Tom: C

  C               F
Goodness-a-me, yes I’d agree
  G                            C
I was the one who ended up our history
         C                             F
Well it looks like you wrote the last page to me
       G                          C
Your friends say you’ve got a new man
              C                F
Girl, that’s so not cool in so many ways
   G                                   C
These were s’posed to be my carefree single days
     C                                F
Instead I’m punchin’ walls and coming up ways
    G                               C
Ways to win you back from your new man.


Chorus: (Strumming, pick root notes – for CaddG, alternate C and G bass notes or just 
a regular C and move your pinkie between C and G as you play those bass notes)

  C add G                       F
Well right now he’s a probly moaning your name
     G                         C add G
The thought of it is driving me insane
                            F
Got to get religion just to ease the pain
     G                                C add G
Of thinking ‘bout you loving your new man
                                    F
Well, did you get the literature I left in your bed?
  G                                 C add G
Told you keep it frozen, it caught fire instead
                              F
Have you not heard a single word I’ve said?
     G                          C add G
No, you were busy loving your new man.


Goodness garage – his name is probly Rodge

He probly drives a truck and his hands are probly big

I bet he fixes things around your place when they break

If he says he likes your cooking he’s a fake

Girl, please say he doesn’t tuck his shirts in, please

Please say he doesn’t wear a gold chain, PLEASE

Things were going great; I even went on a date

Then I found out about your new man.


Chorus:

Well right now he’s a probly moaning your name

The thought of it is driving me insane

Got to get religion just to ease the pain

Of thinking ‘bout you loving your new man

Well, did you get the literature I left in your bed?

Told you keep it frozen, it caught fire instead

Have you not heard a single word I’ve said?

No, you were busy loving your new man.

Holly round the tree, that kiss was meant for me

Trust me, he’ll get way too drunk at your Christmas Party

Your friends will laugh at first but as the night gets worse

Collectively they’ll run off your new man

And who’ll be standing there looking like Fred Astair?  Me

And I’ll be singing where o where have you been all Fall while I was having a ball?

Certainly, not with your new man…


Chorus: (second - same as before except ending as noted)

Well right now he’s a probly crying your name

The thought of it is driving him insane

Got to find another just to ease the pain

Of thinking ‘bout you loving your new man

Well, did you get the messages he left on your phone?

Told you that he’s sorry and to please come home

Maybe you’d of answered, but were you alone?
       C add G                         G
No, you were busy loving your new man, right
       C add G                      G
You were busy loving your new man – me
       C add G                 G       C       G
You were busy loving your new man – that’s right.