Roy Kelton Orbison (April 23, 1936 – December 6, 1988), nicknamed "The Big O", was an influential American singer-songwriter and a pioneer of rock and roll, whose recording career spanned more than four decades. By the mid-1960s Orbison was internationally recognized for his ballads of lost love, rhythmically advanced melodies, three-octave vocal range, characteristic dark sunglasses, and sometimes distinctive usage of falsetto, typified in songs such as "Only the Lonely, "Oh, Pretty Woman", and "Crying".
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AGDA There was a man whose memories were made up of nothing. GDA He pushed the elevator button, and go home to nothing. GDmaj7C Yes his business had prospered but women get lonely sometimes, Now she has the house GDmaj7C His son in college had dropped out to expand his mind. Em And Sarah, his daughter had not spoken to him. ADGA Maybe he'd raised her the wrong way. He wondered. GCF He checked his mailbox, with fingers a-tremblin' no mail, from anyone. Em ”I'm home“ he said softly, as he opened the door ADGA And gazed at his empty apartment, aching, thinking.
D#BbFD#BbF Southbound Jericho parkway is what you call a one-way street. D#BbFD#BbF Southbound Jericho parkway is what you call a one-way street. D#BbBb7 At 7.20, Monday after New Year, Mr Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal D#EF Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove himself into a wall.
G How could a thing such as this ever happen. All the community said it was shame. B He was a good man, he was a clean man yeah, That's what he was a good and clean man D#C And his landlady said he was an exemplary tenant. CmG They're always nice and quiet when they're all alone at his age.
C7 The young man sat, on a small woven mat. BbFC7 While the silken smoke it circled over head. The cigarettes were there to prove he didn't care BbFC7 Bout the contents of the telegram he'd just read. BbFC7 Father, father, father. BbFC7 You always seemed to be so out of reach. BbFC7 And the psychedelic sign read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a girl closes the door, And leans against it with her head bowed low. Thoughts raced through her mind of when she was a child. Raised warmly by a man she didn't know. Father, father, father. She wished she had phoned him yesterday There were so many things she had to say
CmBbmaj7 Henry, the check is in my hands G#Cm Brought by the insurance man to cover all my plans Bbmaj7 We'll have flowers, your broker will be there G#Cm And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy with all his hair G#G#mD#Bb And the sun rose, and the sunset as it always has, CmG# And people yet unknown, were busy being born, BbCm And time when past.