Cifras
Nothing Short Of Dying

Tom: G

Introdução:

 G                                                         C 
I should have told her more I love her
                                                                     G 
I should've spent more time at home
                                                                   C 
But should haves really aren't important
                                                                   D 
Since the fact is , now she's gone
                                                     C 
I wish I'd listened to my conscience
                                                           G 
when it said," don't let her go
                                                               C 
And if she's wonderin' how I'm doing
 D                                                           G 
Well, I think she ought to know
                         Am  Bm   C 
That I find myself praying
                                                               G   G/C   G 
More than I've ever did before
                                                       A 
And now I find my heart is breaking
                                                                     DD4 
Each time her memory slams the door
                                     C 
And I find myself crying
                                       G 
And trying to hold on
                                                                       C 
Cause there ain't nothing short of dying
 D                                                           G         D   C/D   G 
That's worse than being left alone
 G                                                           C 
I thought I'd be just fine without her
                                                 G 
I'd be happy, a free man
                                                 C 
But the hurting side of lonesome
                                                 D 
Is what I didn't understand
                                                   C 
And the lessons that I'm learning
                                                   G 
Lord, I'm learning awful well
                                                                 C 
Cause nights I used to spend in heaven
 D                                                                   G 
Have been replaced by nights of hell
                       Am  Bm   C 
And I find myself praying
                                                     G       C/G   G 
More than I've ever did before
 G                                                   A 
And now I find my heart is breaking
                                                                         DD4 
Each time her memory slams the door
                                     C 
And I find myself crying
                                               G 
Oh, And trying to hold on
                                                                       C 
Cause there ain't nothing short of dying
 D                                                         C           Eb     G   C/D   G 
That's worse than being left alone