"The regret" 
On sunshine in a shot glass
by 500 miles to Memphis.

     Listen to the song for strum patterns
 
G                                 D
 I ain't ready, yeah i aint ready to put me in that pine box yet
G                                 D
 This here whiskey kept me busy, i'd like to get my mind off of you.
G                                 D
 It's been hazy, yeah real hazy, the past 8 months have been a bitch.
G                                 D                A 
 Now I'm ready, think I'm ready to start all over with out you.

   

    Chorus
 G                               D                               A 
 Get up-up-up I might be bloddy, I got more regrets than anybody should.
                           C                        D
 The good times we had are gone, they ain't comming back.

   

    The chords for the second verse are the same as the first verse
G                               D
 Well I'm sorry, yeah I'm sorry, I never ment to do wrong by you.
G                               D
 Now I'm sober, yeah I'm sober, there ain't much else that i can do.
G                               D
 All my bridges, all my bridges have long ago gone up in flames
G                                D                   A 
 Well I'm trying, yeah I'm trying to get it together dispite you.   

      Chorus
 G                               D                               A 
 Get up-up-up I might be bloddy, I got more regrets than anybody should.
                           C                        D
 The good times we had are gone, they ain't comming back. 

       Bridge      

G                D
    Why do I care?
G             D
    Why should I care?
A 
   I've been taking all the blame 
           C                                G
 for everyhting thats been going wrong with you

G

           Chorus
 G                               D                               A 
 Get up-up-up I might be bloddy, I got more regrets than anybody should.
                           C                        D
 The good times we had are gone, they ain't comming back.


       Chorus
 G                               D                               A 
 Get up-up-up I might be bloddy, I got more regrets than anybody should.
                              C              D
 I could have been a better son and a better man