Key: Cm
Introduction: 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 that old and rusted Cadillac
F C
That sinks into this field collecting rain
C G F Am E
Will I always feel this way
C G F Am E E7
So empty, so estranged
F
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
C
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
F
If through my cracked and dusty dime store 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've made
C G F Am E
Will I always feel this way
C G F Am E E7
So empty, so estranged
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 lot of ways to die
F C
Yes and some already dead who walked beside me
Am
There's a lot of things I don't understand
E
Why so many people lie
F C
Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me
C G F Am E
Will I always feel this way
C G F Am E E7
So empty, so estranged