Intro: D
G
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
D
Walks through the garden of rosewood bare feet laughing
G
Never learned to count my blessings
D
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
Bm
I walk on down the hill
F#
Through grass grown tall and brown and still
G D
It’s hard somehow to let go of my pain
Bm
On past the busted back
F#
Of an old and rusted Cadillac
G D
That sinks into this field collecting rain
D A G Bm F#
Well I alllll ways feel this way
D A G Bm F#
So emp ty so ex changed
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings that grow weary
If through my cracked and dusted dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your bows across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on those leaves
To me it sounds like their all
Calling us, the quiet love we make
Well I always feel this way
So empty so exchanged
I met Ray over a year ago and he's one interesting dude indeed, he's for real though, no doubt about it. Some guys just have it and this guy has it alright.
~ And rain washed away all her tears and I smiled done away was the sum of all my fears ~
Here's some I found on a Ray message board. Slightly different from Kahn's.
Posted By Dec1203
Intro: (Bm) (G) (D) (G) (D)
She (G) lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden with a rose and bare feet (D)laughing
I (G) never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my dis (D) asters
I (Bm) walk on down the hill
Through (F#) grass grown tall and (F#7*) brown
And still it’s (G) hard somehow to let go of my (D) pain
Walk (Bm) past the busted wrecks of (F#) old and rusted
(F#7*) Cadillacs that (G) sink into this field collecting (D) rain
Will I (D) al (A) ways (G) feel (Bm) this (F#) way?
So (D) emp (A) ty, (G) and (Bm) a (F#) stray(estranged?!)
(Bm)
And of these (G) cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown (D) weary
If through my (G) cracked and dusty dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one (D) hear me?
Lay your (Bm) blouse across the chair
Let (F#) fall the flowers (F#7*) from your hair
And (G) kiss me with that country mouth so (D) plain
Out (Bm) side the rain is tapping on the (F#) leaves
To me it (F#7*) sounds like they’re ap (G) plauding us
The quiet love we (D) make
Will I (D) al (A) ways (G) feel (Bm) this (F#) way?
So (D) emp (A) ty, (G) and (Bm) a (F#) stray(estranged?!)
Well I (G) looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said do your best to de (D) stroy me
I’ve (G) been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda (D) bore me
There’s a (Bm) lot of things that can kill a man
There’s a (F#) lot of ways to (F#7*) die
Yes and (G) some already dead who walk be (D) side you
There’s a (Bm) lot of things I don’t understand
Why so (F#) many people (F#7*) lie
Its the (G) hurt you hide that fuels the fire in (D) side you
Will I (D) al (A) ways (G) feel (Bm) this (F#) way?
So (D) emp (A) ty, (G) and (Bm) a (F#) stray(estranged?!)
(F#7*) - sounds here like he just stretches his pinky across to B string on the fifth fret so the chord is (242352)
Ricky Bobby wrote:Here's some I found on a Ray message board. Slightly different from Kahn's.
Posted By Dec1203
Intro: (Bm) (G) (D) (G) (D)
She (G) lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden with a rose and bare feet (D)laughing
I (G) never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my dis (D) asters
I (Bm) walk on down the hill
Through (F#) grass grown tall and (F#7*) brown
And still it’s (G) hard somehow to let go of my (D) pain
Walk (Bm) past the busted back of that(F#) old and rusted
(F#7*) Cadillac that (G) sinks into this field collecting (D) rain
Will I (D) al (A) ways (G) feel (Bm) this (F#) way?
So (D) emp (A) ty, (G) (Bm) so (F#) estranged
(Bm)
And of these (G) cutthroat busted sunsets Of these cold and damp white mornings I have grown (D) weary
If through my (G) cracked and dusty dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one (D) hear me?
Lay your (Bm) blouse across the chair
Let (F#) fall the flowers (F#7*) from your hair
And (G) kiss me with that country mouth so (D) plain
Out (Bm) side the rain is tapping on the (F#) leaves
To me it (F#7*) sounds like they’re ap (G) plauding us
The quiet love we (D) make
Will I (D) al (A) ways (G) feel (Bm) this (F#) way?
So (D) emp (A) ty, (G) (Bm) so (F#) estranged
Well I (G) looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said do your best to de (D) stroy me
I’ve (G) been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda (D) bore me
There’s a (Bm) lot of things that can kill a man
There’s a (F#) lot of ways to (F#7*) die
Yes and (G) some already dead that walk be (D) side me
There’s a (Bm) lot of things I don’t understand
Why so (F#) many people (F#7*) lie
Its the (G) hurt you hide that fuels the fire in (D) side me
Will I (D) al (A) ways (G) feel (Bm) this (F#) way?
So (D) emp (A) ty, (G) (Bm) so (F#) estranged
(F#7*) - sounds here like he just stretches his pinky across to B string on the fifth fret so the chord is (242352)
because i am bored i just relistened to this and these are the lyrics of the studio cut with a few minor changes
