Lyrics Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry - Frank Sinatra, Axel Stordahl

Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry

The torch I carry is handsome
It’s worth, it’s heartache in ransom
Now when that twilight steals
I know how the lady in the harbor feels
When I want rain, I get sunny weather
I’m just as blue, blue as the sky
Since love has gone, I can’t get myself together
Guess I’ll hang my tears out to dry
My friends ask me out, but I tell them I’m busy
I’ve got to get, got to get a new alibi
I hang around at home and ask myself, «Where is she?»
Guess I’ll hang my tears out to dry
Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops
Moving on a stream of dreams
My little memories, those little memories
Remind her of our crazy schemes
Then somebody says, «Just forget about her»
And I gave that treatment a try
Strangely enough, I got along without her
Then one day she passed me right by, oh well
I guess, I’ll hang my tears out to dry
Tears out to dry