Hal Ketchum

"Hal Ketchum"
"Don't Strike A Match"
"Transcribe" sanoma@onewest.net
(1)
(G)There are dreams that(F)come to me in the(C)night.
(G)Some are precious and(D)fine.
(G)Lately all of my(F)dreams of(C)you.
(G)Are the hurtin'(D)kind.
(G)Lyin' beside you I(F)miss the(C)heat.
(G)And I feel so(D)alone.
(G)I'm afraid if I(F)fall to sleep,you'll be(G)gone.
(2)
(D)When it's late at nightand I(C)close my eyes.
(G)I know what I'll be dreamin(D)of.
(D)See the flames go highWatch the(C)ashes fly.
(G)And you strike a match to the book of love.Honey don't
(G)Strike a match to the(A)book of(G)love.
(3)
Imagination will run so wild,I can't believe that it's true.
I don't want to imagine me, without you.
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