nobodys talkin, the airs filled with timeAmand the juke box is broken dont bother with ya dimeF Cthe neons fadin the records theyre all the sameCthe bottles used to cut deep but theyve lost their edgeAmand the skys turning gray my eyes are turnin redF Cand my my mind is set on the night i decided to stayCits cold in this house when the weather gets inAmand my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skinF Cand im layin on dreams and slowly i fade outC G Am Fand the curse of a drunk is he'll go home aloneC G Am Fmeet me outback at five meet you there and get stonedC G Am Fand we'll talk about where were fromC G Am Fand how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunkC G Am Fand im floatin into the doorC G Am F C G Am Fim killin myself fightin this civil wa--arCim chained to the bar its chained to my seatAmand i'd ask her to dance if i could get to my feetF Cbut my boots are too drunk to try and put on a showCwell the world stoped turning i crawled into bedAmand im ashamed of myself pull the covers over my headF Cand my stomaches on fire for fear of tomorrowCits cold in this house when the weather gets inAmand my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skinF Cand im layin on dreams and slowly i fade outC G Am Fand the curse of a drunk is he'll go home aloneC G Am Fmeet me outback at five meet you there and get stonedC G Am Fand we'll talk about where were fromC G Am Fand how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunkC G Am Fand im floatin into the doorC G Am F C G Am Fim killin myself fightin this civil wa--arwww.myspace.com/thetakershonkytonkme- oysterboy12ck@yahoo.com yall gimmi hell if you want to
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