Empty

	  		  Am F C F C  
  F  
  She lifts her skirt up to her knees  
  C  
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet,  laughing   
  F  
  I never learned to count my blessings   
  C  
I choose instead to dwell in my disa sters   

  Am  
  Walk on down the hill   
  E  
Through the  grass grown tall and brown   
  F C  
And still it's  hard somehow to let go of my  pain   
  Am  
  On past the busted back   
  E  
Of this  old and rusted Cadillac   
  F C  
That  sinks into this field collecting  rain   

  C Am E  
  Will I always  feel this  way   
  C Am E  
  So empty,  so estr anged   

  Am  
                                         
  F  
  Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,   
  C  
These cold and damp white mornings I have  grown weary   
  F  
  If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips   
  C  
I spoke these words out loud would no one  hear me   

  Am  
  Lay your blouse across the chair   
  E  
Let  fall the flowers from your hair   
  F C  
And  kiss me with that country mouth so  plain   
  Am  
  Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves   
  E  
  To me it sounds like they're   
  F C  
  applauding us, the quiet love we  make   

  
  C G Am F E  
                                   
Will I always feel this way   

  C Am E  
  So empty,  so estr anged   

Harmonica   
Am F c F C   

  F  
  Well I looked my demons in the eyes   
  C  
Laid bare my chest said do your best and  destroy me   
  F  
  See I've been to hell and back so many times   
  C  
I must admit you kind of  bore me   

  Am  
  There's a lot of things that can kill a man   
  E  
There's a l ot of ways to die   
  F C  
Yes and  some already dead who walk beside  you   
  Am  
  There's a lot of things I don't understand   
  E  
Why so  many people lie   
  F C  
  Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires  inside you   

  C Am E  
  Will I always  feel this  way   
  C Am E  
  So empty,  so estr anged   

Harmonica   
  Am F C F C Am  
                                              
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