Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Written by jean branch and eddie hill

Someday youll [f] call my name and I wont [bb] answer
Someday youll [f] reach for me I wont be [c7] there
For youve grown [f] tired of all the love I [bb] gave you
But some-[f] day youll [c7] wish that I still [f] care.

[c7] all these years how Ive [f] loved you
Still I [g] know I claim you for my [c7] own
Someday youll [f] call my name and I wont [bb] answer
For some-[f] day youll [c7] find yourself a-[f] lone.

When you hair has turned from gold to silver
And your eyes are dimmed by passing years
Youll remember darling what I told you
Therell be no one then to dry your tears.

Therell come a time in your life dear
When youll need someone who will care
Someday youll call my name and I wont answer
For someday youll find that Im not there.