FAm Ahhh, look at all the lonely people...
FAm Ahhh, look at all the lonely people...
Am Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church
Fmaj7Am where a wedding has been, lives in a dream.
Am Waits at the window, wearing the face
Fmaj7Am that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?
Am7Am6 All the lonely people,
F/AAm where do they all come from?
Am7Am6 All the lonely people,
F/AAm where do they all belong?
Am Father McKenzie, writing the words
Fmaj7Am of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near.
Am Look at him working, darning his socks
Fmaj7Am in the night when there’s nobody there, what does he care?
Am7Am6 All the lonely people,
F/AAm where do they all come from?
Am7Am6 All the lonely people,
F/AAm where do they all belong??
 [Bridge]
FAm Ahhh, look at all the lonely people...
FAm Ahhh, look at all the lonely people...
Am Eleanor Rigby died in the church
Fmaj7Am and was buried along with her name, nobody came.
Am Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
Fmaj7Am from his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved.
Am7Am6 All the lonely people,
F/AAm where do they all come from?
Am7Am6 All the lonely people,
F/AAm