WHITE HORSE

Say you’re sor ry, that face of an an gel comes out just when you need it to

as I paced back and forth all this time ’cause I (Am7)hon est ly be lieved in (Fsus2)you.

Hold ing on, the days drag on.

Stu pid girl, I should ’ve known, I should ’ve known

that I’m not a prin cess, this ain’t a fair (Am7)y tale.

I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet, lead (Gsus)her up the stair well.

This ain’t (C)Hol ly wood, this is a small town.

I was a dream er be fore you went and let (G)me down.

Now it’s too late for you and your white horse

to come a round.

May be I was na ive, got lost in your eyes and (Am7)nev er real ly had a chance.

My mis take, I did n’t know (F)to be in love you had to (Am7)fight to have the up per hand.

I had (Am7)so man y dreams a bout you and me; hap py (Gsus)end ings.

Now I know

that I’m not a prin

And there you (G)are on your (F)knees,

beg gin’ for for (G)give ness,

beg gin’ for me,

just like I (G)al ways want ed.

But I’m so sor ry.

’Cause I’m not your prin cess, this ain’t a fair (Am7)y tale.

I’m gon na find some one some day who might (G)ac tu ’ly treat me well.

This is a (C)big world, that was a small town there in my rear view mir ror dis ap pear (G)in’ now.

And it’s too late for you and your white horse, now it’s too late for you and your white horse

to catch me (C5)now.

Oh,

try and catch me now,

oh.

It’s too late

to catch me (C)now.