G D A D [Verse]D When I was young and went to schoolA They taught me how to write To take the chalk and make a markD And hope it turns out right Well that's the way it is with loveG And what you did to meD I wrote it so you'd knowA D That I was yours eternally [Chorus]D But my tears have washed I love youA From the blackboard of my heartIt's too late to clean the slateD And make another start I'm satisfied the way things areG Although we're far apartD My tears have washed I love you fromA D The blackboard of my heart [Verse]D If you'd been true the way you shouldA And not have gone astray These tears would not have fallen downD And washed the words away No need to talk, 'cause if the chalkG D Should write those words again It will be for someone elseA D Not things that might have been [Chorus]D But my tears have washed I love youA From the blackboard of my heart It's too late to clean the slateD And make another start I'm satisfied the way things areG Although we're far apartD My tears have washed I love you fromA D The blackboard of my heartD My tears have washed I love you fromA D The blackboard of my heart
Black Board Of My Heart
Hank Thompson
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