Andrew Combs - Too stoned to cry

^CLonely as ^Fthese days are ^Clong, ^CAs dark as the ^Fnight bird's ^G5song, ^AmThis strange way of ^G5living has ^Cbled my heart ^Fdry. ^F I'm ^Clonesome, but ^G5too stoned to ^Ccry. My ^Cclothes, they're ^Fragged and ^Cworn, I'm a ^Csailor who's ^Fcaught in the ^G5worst kind of storm. ^AmThe water keeps ^G5rising, but ^CI'm getting ^Fby. ^{F C}I keep walking, I'm ^G5too stoned to ^Cfly.

^G5'cause whisky and wine and ^Fpills for the ^Cpain, ^G5Fast easy women and ^Flittle co^Ccaine. ^AmI'm walking a ^G5line between ^Chell bent and ^Fhigh, ^{F C}I ain't happy, just ^G5too stoned to ^Ccry.

Now I'm ^Cliving from ^Ftown to ^Ctown, ^CI've always been ^Flost, I ain't ^G5never been found. They say ^AmJesus can ^G5save me, ^Cbut that was a ^Flie. ^F I keep ^Ctrying, I'm t^G5oo stoned to ^Amdie. I keep ^Ctrying, I'm t^G5oo stoned to ^Cdie.

^G'cause whisky and wine and ^Fpills for the ^Cpain, ^G5Fast easy women and ^Flittle ^Ccocaine. ^AmI'm walking in ^G5line between ^Chell bent and ^Fhigh, ^{F C}I ain't happy, just ^G5too stoned to ^Amcry, No, ^CI ain't happy, just ^G5too stoned to ^Fcry.