F                            Am
Ahhh, look at all the lonely people...
 F                            Am
Ahhh, look at all the lonely people...
Am
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church
                    Fmaj7             Am
where a wedding has been, lives in a dream.
Am
Waits at the window, wearing the face
                               Fmaj7            Am
that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?
Am7            Am6
All the lonely people,
      F/A               Am
where do they all come from?
Am7            Am6
All the lonely people,
      F/A            Am
where do they all belong?
Am
Father McKenzie, writing the words
                     Fmaj7                       Am
of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near.
Am
Look at him working, darning his socks
                                 Fmaj7                Am
in the night when there’s nobody there, what does he care?
Am7            Am6
All the lonely people,
      F/A               Am
where do they all come from?
Am7            Am6
All the lonely people,
      F/A            Am
where do they all belong??
[Bridge]
 F                            Am
Ahhh, look at all the lonely people...
 F                            Am
Ahhh, look at all the lonely people...
Am
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
                     Fmaj7                  Am
and was buried along with her name, nobody came.
Am
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
                                Fmaj7                  Am
from his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved.
Am7            Am6
All the lonely people,
      F/A               Am
where do they all come from?
Am7            Am6
All the lonely people,
      F/A            Am