C
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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