I'm just a scarecrow without you Baby, please don't disappear I beg your pardon, dear I got a bottle for a trumpet And a hatbox for a drum And I beg your pardon, dear I got upset - I lost my head I didn't mean the things I said You are the landscape of my dreams (b5) (#5) (#5) Darling, I beg your par- don I'd give you Boardwalk and Park Place And all of my hotels I beg your pardon, dear Please don't go back to St. Louis Can't you tell that I'm sincere I beg your pardon, dear I got upset, I lost my head I didn't mean the things I said You are the landscape of my dreams Darling, I beg your pardon (Solo) || - | - | - | - | | - | - | - | || - | - | - | - | | - | - | - | | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | | - | - | - | - |(b5) - (#5)| - | - (#5)| || - | - | - | - | | - | - | - | | - | - | - | - | - | - | - |