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AmFCFC
FShe lifts her skirt up to her knees
WaClks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
FI never learned to count my blessings
I Cchoose instead to dwell in my disa sters
AmWalk on down the hill
ThErough the grass grown tall and brown
AnFd Cstill it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
AmOn past the busted back
OfE this old and rusted Cadillac
ThFatC sinks into this field collecting rain
CWiAmll EI always feel this way
CSoAm emEpty, so estr anged
Am
FOf these cutthroat busted sunsets,
ThCese cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
FIf through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
I Cspoke these words out loud would no one hear me
AmLay your blouse across the chair
LeEt fall the flowers from your hair
AnFd C kiss me with that country mouth so plain
AmOutside the rain is tapping on the leaves
ETo me it sounds like they're
FapCplauding us, the quiet love we make
CGAmFE
Will I always feel this way
CSoAm emEpty, so estr anged
Harmonica
AmFFC
FWell I looked my demons in the eyes
LaCid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me
FSee I've been to hell and back so many times
I Cmust admit you kind of bore me
AmThere's a lot of things that can kill a man
ThEere's a l ot of ways to die
YeFs Cand some already dead who walk beside you
AmThere's a lot of things I don't understand
WhEy so many people lie
FWeCll it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you
CWiAmll EI always feel this way
CSoAm emEpty, so estr anged
Harmonica
AmFCFCAm
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