Intro: Am  F  C  F  C

F
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
C
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
F
I never learned to count my blessings
C
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

Am
Walk on down the hill
E
Through the grass grown tall and brown
F C
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
Am
On past the busted back
E
Of this old and rusted Cadillac
F C
That sinks into this field collecting rain

C Am E
Will I always feel this way
C Am E
So empty, so estranged

( Am )

F
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
C
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
F
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
C
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

Am
Lay your blouse across the chair
E
Let  fall the flowers from your hair
F C
And  kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Am
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
E
To me it sounds like they're
F C
applauding us, the quiet love we make

C G Am F E
Will I always feel this way
C Am E
So empty, so estranged

( Am  F  C  F  C )

F
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
C
Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me
F
See I've been to hell and back so many times
C
I must admit you kind of bore me

Am
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
E
There's a l ot of ways to die
F C
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
Am
There's a lot of things I don't understand
E
Why so many people lie
F C
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

C Am E
Will I always feel this way
C Am E
So empty, so estranged