From the heart of the black country! When I was a robber in Boston place You gathered round me with your fine embrace
Hey, Jude, don’t make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better
Hey, Jude, don’t be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better
And anytime you feel the pain Hey, Jude, refrain Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it’s a fool Who plays it cool By making his world a little colder
Nah…
Hey, Jude, don’t let me down She has found her, go out and get her Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Better, better, better, better, better…
So let it out and let it in Hey, Jude, begin You’re waiting for someone to perform with And don’t you know that it’s just you Hey, Jude, you’ll do The movement you need is on your shoulder
Hey, Jude, don’t make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better, better, better, better, better… oh!
Yeah Nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah, nah, nah nah Hey, Jude…