Labelled With Love

	  		       Labelled With Love , Squeeze 
        

  D  
She unscrews the top off her new whisky bottle  
  D                                         A  
She hobbles about in her candlelit hovel                    
  A  
Like some kind of witch, with blue fingers in mittens  
  A                                                  D  
She smells like a cat, and the nieghbours she sickens                         
  D  
Her black and white TV has long seen a picture  
  D7                                            Em  
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture  
  A  
The postman delivers, the final reminders  
  A                                 G       F#m   Em  
She sells off her silver, and poodles in china                
  
  D                                 E7  
  Drinks to remember I, me  and myself  
  A                                                  D  
  Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf                              
  E7  
Home is a love that I miss very much  
  A                                           G F#m Em D  
So the past  has been bottled, and labeled with love
         
  
        


  D  
During the wartime an American pilot  
  D                                       A  
Made every air-raid a time of excitement               
  A  
She moved to his prairie and married the texan  
  A                                               D  
She'd learn from a distance how love was a lesson                           
  D  
He became drinker and she became mother  
  D7                                            Em  
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other         
  A  
He ate himself old and drank himself dizzy  
  A                            G                  F#m Em  
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty                
 
  D                                    E7  
  Drinks to remember I, me  and myself  

  A                                                              D  
  Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf                              
  E7  
Home is a love that I miss very much  
  A                                            G F#m Em D  
So the past  has been bottled, and labelled with love
         
  
               


  D  
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber  
  D                                                 A  
Out on the porch in the middle of summer                   
  A  
She crossed the ocean back home to her family  
  A                                               D  
But they had retired to roads that are sandy                      
  D  
She moved home alone without friends or relations  
  D7                                       Em  
Lived in a world full of age reservations  
  A  
Her moth eaten armchair, she'd say that she's sod all  
  A                                       G    F#m    Em  
Friends who have left her, to drink from the bottle                  
  
 
  D                                       E7  
  Drinks to remember I, me  and myself  
  A                                                         D  
  Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf                              
  E7  
Home is a love that I miss very much  
  A                                             G F#m Em D  
So the past  has been bottled, and labelled with love         
  A                                            G F#m Em D  
So the past  has been bottled, and labelled with love         
  A                                                              G        F#m  Em         D  
The past ---  has been bottled, -- and la--be --lled with --- love