Not So Sure

	  		 
 

Intro: C                G       C 

C 
There was a time when I heard you calling out my name 
    F                     C     G 
But these days I'm not so sure 
C                                G                 Am 
When the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the same 
    F                     C      G 
But these days I'm not so sure 
C 
I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch 
    F                      C     G 
But these days I'm not so sure 
C          G               Am 
Definitely was the word I used far too much 
      F                     C    G 
Cause these days I'm not so sure 


F                       C 
I bummed expensive cigarettes 
F                       C 
I wrote John Steinbeck's books 
Am                      G                       F                    C                   
I undressed someone's daughter and then complained about her looks 
F                                                    C   
  Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were 
         Am            G             F                    C 
Now as I pick my own pocket I know these days I'm not so sure 






C 
The church was my kitchen, the world was my church 
     F                      C           G 
But these days I'm not so sure 
C                    G         Am                        
The choirs I would listen, the briers I would search 
     F                      C           G 
But these days I'm not so sure 
   F            C         F                      C 
I sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keep 
   Am           G             F                 C 
I told my dying father that a man should never weep 
F                                                 C 
  Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still were 
           Am                                    G                    F        C        (G      F       C) x2 
Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sure 




C 
So if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walk 
        F                             C         G 
And I spend my days wishing after her 
C                       G             Am 
My steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk 
       F                   C            G 
As these days I'm not so sure 
    F                  C              F             C 
I drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was born 
        Am            G           F             C 
In the black electric winter my back was always warm 
F                                               C 
  Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still were 
Am                     G              F  
Now in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days…                                
               C                G               C 
I'm not so sure.