Capo 1 
 
    E5 
I?m sorry momma, I?m gonna die 
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Just like my old man, as lonesome as I can 
    A5                                                E5 
And angry at the world for the damage done by my old man 
            B5                                      E5 
I hope your heaven holds a place for such a bitter man 
 
I?m sorry momma, I don?t know how 

She slipped right thru my hands, I should have learned to dance 

I know she was your favorite and believe you me, I understand 

I hope your heaven holds a place for someone that always blows a seconf chance 
 
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    C#5                      A5 
I'm dying, I?m dyin from the memories 
        C#5          A5 
And the wine it just ain't as sweet 
       C#5                                    A5 
As the shoals of Carolina and the waters that set me free 
        C#5              B5             E5 
And the smell of her hair hanging over me
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I?m sorry momma, I don?t come home 
There?s nothing there for me, there?s nothing up my sleeve 
It?s just that I?m just stuck in the middle of something that I can?t leave 
I hope your heaven holds a place for me cause I do believe, MM, yes I believe, I believe 
 
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Solo 
 
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