Gary Allan,  "Sand In My Soul"


(intro)
2x
Dm   C


(verse)
Dm           
Floatin' away like a bottle in the water 
C
Sun down here just feels a little hotter
Dm                                        C
Burnin' away today cuz I ain't got her no more, no more.


(verse)
Dm
Somethin' kinda dark about stone white beaches
C
Nobody here practice what they preachin'
Dm                                 C    
Truth is, the truth ain't what I'm reachin' for
F                                       C
In the distance I hear tequila talk and college chicks in the parking lot
      Gm                            A
While I just lay here starin' up at God


(chorus)
                Dm               A 
With sand in my soul, beer in my veins
            C             G          
Let my hair grow, in room 108
            Dm                      A
Gettin over you, I ain't even gunna try
             C                     G
Cuz I'm on a roll, fillin' up this hole
                Dm      C
With sand in my soul


(verse)
Dm
Headphone shades never gettin' rattled
C
Spend all day just building you a castle
Dm                                        C
It's okay if you're back in the saddle at home, back home.
Dm
I hate to say I'm glad you broke my heart
      C
And I hate to say it isn't tearin' me apart
      Gm                            A
But I love the way this tiki bar is somehow never closed


(chorus)
           Dm               A 
Sand in my soul, beer in my veins
            C             G 
Let my hair grow, in room 108
            Dm                      A
Gettin over you, I ain't even gunna try
             C                    G
Cuz I'm on a roll, fillin up this hole
                Dm
With sand in my soul


(bridge)
Dm                   A                    C                    G
Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh  
Dm                   A                    C                    G 
Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh  
       Dm                               C 
In the distance I hear tequila talk and college chicks in the parking lot
      F                             A
While I just lay here starin' up at God


(chorus-out)
           Dm               A 
Sand in my soul, beer in my veins
            C                G 
Let my hair grow, down to my waist
            Dm                      A
Gettin over you, I ain't even gunna try
             C                    G
Cuz I'm on a roll, fillin up this hole
                Dm    C                  Dm     C    Dm
With sand in my soul,    With sand in my soul