The Takers - Curse of a Drunk

      
 
 nobodys talkin, the airs filled with time
 Am                                                 
 and the juke box is broken dont bother with ya dime
 F                                              C 
 the neons fadin the records theyre all the same
 C                                                      
 the bottles used to cut deep but theyve lost their edge
 Am                                              
 and the skys turning gray my eyes are turnin red
 F                                                   C 
 and my my mind is set on the night i decided to stay
 C                                              
 its cold in this house when the weather gets in
 Am                                               
 and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin
 F                                           C 
 and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out
 C                   G             Am       F   
 and the curse of a drunk is he'll go home alone
 C                   G              Am          F     
 meet me outback at five meet you there and get stoned
       C               G         Am  F 
 and we'll talk about where were from
    C                 G            Am         F  
 and how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunk
        C        G       Am  F 
 and im floatin into the door
  C          G      Am         F         C G Am F 
 im killin myself fightin this civil wa--ar
 C                                           
 im chained to the bar its chained to my seat
 Am                                                
 and i'd ask her to dance if i could get to my feet
 F                                                  C 
 but my boots are too drunk to try and put on a show
 C                                               
 well the world stoped turning i crawled into bed
 Am                                                   
 and im ashamed of myself pull the covers over my head
 F                                            C 
 and my stomaches on fire for fear of tomorrow
 C                                              
 its cold in this house when the weather gets in
 Am                                               
 and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin
 F                                           C 
 and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out
 C                   G             Am       F   
 and the curse of a drunk is he'll go home alone
 C                    G            Am              F  
 meet me outback at five meet you there and get stoned
      C                 G       Am   F 
 and we'll talk about where were from
   C                   G           Am         F  
 and how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunk
         C        G     Am   F 
 and im floatin into the door
   C          G      Am         F        C G Am F 
 im killin myself fightin this civil wa--ar
 
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