Sand In My Soul

	  		

Intro: Dm   C 


Verse:

Dm            
Floatin' away like a bottle in the water  
C 
Sun down here just feels a little hotter 
Dm                                        C 
Burnin' away today cuz I ain't got her no more, no more. 


Verse:

Dm 
Somethin' kinda dark about stone white beaches 
C 
Nobody here practice what they preachin' 
Dm                                 C     
Truth is, the truth ain't what I'm reachin' for 
F                                       C 
In the distance I hear tequila talk and college chicks in the parking lot 
      Gm                            A 
While I just lay here starin' up at God 



                Dm               A  
With sand in my soul, beer in my veins 
            C             G           
Let my hair grow, in room 108 
            Dm                      A 
Gettin over you, I ain't even gunna try 
             C                     G 
Cuz I'm on a roll, fillin' up this hole 
                Dm      C 
With sand in my soul 



Verse:
 
Dm 
Headphone shades never gettin' rattled 
C 
Spend all day just building you a castle 
Dm                                        C 
It's okay if you're back in the saddle at home, back home. 
Dm 
I hate to say I'm glad you broke my heart 
      C 
And I hate to say it isn't tearin' me apart 
      Gm                            A 
But I love the way this tiki bar is somehow never closed 



           Dm               A  
Sand in my soul, beer in my veins 
            C             G  
Let my hair grow, in room 108 
            Dm                      A 
Gettin over you, I ain't even gunna try 
             C                    G 
Cuz I'm on a roll, fillin up this hole 
                Dm 
With sand in my soul 



Bridge:
 
Dm                   A                    C                    G 
Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh   
Dm                   A                    C                    G  
Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Uh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh   
       Dm                               C  
In the distance I hear tequila talk and college chicks in the parking lot 
      F                             A 
While I just lay here starin' up at God 



           Dm               A  
Sand in my soul, beer in my veins 
            C                G  
Let my hair grow, down to my waist 
            Dm                      A 
Gettin over you, I ain't even gunna try 
             C                    G 
Cuz I'm on a roll, fillin up this hole 
                Dm    C                  Dm     C    Dm 
With sand in my soul,    With sand in my soul