Key:
Introduction: Dm G C F Dm F C
C
Busted guy in Livingston, looks like its fall again
F
Watching a cold front pick up steam
G C
Riding high up on my horse, and it's Ketamine
A wind of a thousand knives, cuts through like a thousand lies
F
Ones only a cowboy could tell
G C
Is this actual Paradise, or is it just a bitch from hell
F C
And all my poems will be about you, if I can make it to the spring
F C
I'm a heartsick fool without you, pretending to be free
F C
Like a paint horse painted only blue, like a mule afraid of fleas
G C
As hard as I try to be, this country's just not cut out for me
Dm G
You can't break a broken man with a round pen and a Houlihan
C F
And a good horse don't need your appaulse
Dm F C
If you're in love with everything, you'll be crushed by the beauty of it all
Dm F C
IF you're in love with everything, you'll be crushed by the beauty of it all
Dm F C