Bb | F | |
Sitting here wasted and wounded with this old | piano. |
Bb | F | |
Trying | hard to capture the moment, this morning I | don't know. |
Am | Bb | F | |
'Cause a | bottle of vodka still | lies in my head and some | blonde |
Bb | |
Gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my | bed. |
Bb | C | F | |
As I | think about movies they | won't make of me when I'm | dead. |
Bb | F | |
With an | iron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the | morning. |
Bb | F | |
While a | marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're t | alking |
Am | Bb | F | |
About | all of the things I | longed to believe, about | love, the truth, |
Bb | |
What you mean to me and the | truth is... |
Bb | C | F | |
Baby you're | all that I need. |
Dm | C | Bb | F | |
I wanna | lay you | down in a | bed of | roses. |
Dm | C | Bb | F | |
Tonight I | sleep on a | bed of | nails. |
Bb | F | Bb | F | |
I wanna | be just as | close as the | Holy | Ghost is. |
Dm | C | Bb | F | |
Lay | you | down, on a bed of | roses. |
Bb | F | |
I'm so f | ar away, each step that I take's on my way h | ome. |
Bb | F | |
A king's | ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this p | ayphone. |
Am | Bb | F | |
But I'd | run out of time or it's | hard to get through till the | bird on the wire |
Bb | |
Flies me back to you. I'll just clos | e my eyes. |
Bb | C | |
And whisper "baby | blind love is t | rue". |
Bridge: |
Bb | C | |
The | hotel bars hangover | whiskey's gone dry. |
F | |
The bar | tender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye. |
Bb | Bb | C | F | |
I | might've said yes, but I | laughed so hard | I think I | died. |
Bb | F | |
Now as y | ou close your eyes you know I'll be thinking | about you. |
Bb | F | |
My mistr | ess she calls me to stand in her spotlight aga | in. |
Am | Bb | F | |
I won't | be alone, you know that | don't mean I'm not lonel | y. |
Bb | Bb | C | |
I've got nothing to p | rove, for its | you I'd die to de | fend. |
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