Frank Sinatra and Nelson Riddle - Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry

The torch I carry is handsome
It's worth its heartache in ransom
And 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 as the sky
Since love has gone, can't put myself together
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

Friends ask me out, I tell them I'm busy
I must get a new alibi
I hang around at home, and ask myself who is he
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry

Dry little tear drops, my little tear drops
Hanging on a stream of dreams
Fly little memories, my little memories
Remind her of our crazy schemes

Somebody says, just forget about her
So 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

Written by:
Jule Styne, Sammy Cahn

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