Ben Rector - Beautiful

There are ^Dbdays when I wake up ^Ab That I don't know what I'm ^Bbmdoing here ^Gb I barely ^Dbrecognize the ^Abpair of eyes staring ^Bbmback at me in the ^Gbmirror there was a ^Dbday that I was free Not a ^Abcare that I could see So good I ^Bbmbarely could believe that it was ^Gbhappening Oh take me ^Dbback again ^Ab

I was six^Dbteen with an open ^Abheart windows ^Bbmdown in a beat up ^Gbcar When I was ^Dbdumb and the world was ^Abyoung and she was ^Bbmbeautiful^Gb She was ^Dbbeautiful^Ab She was ^Bbmbeautiful^Gb

How do we ^Dbend up like this?^Ab Living lives that we don't ^Bbmcare about?^Gb Too busy ^Dbfixing things On ^Abcomputer screens While the ^Bbmgrass grows green Me, I'm ^Gbscreaming out

There was a ^Dbday that I was free Not a ^Abcare that I could see So good I ^Bbmbarely could believe that it was ^Gbhappening Oh take me ^Dbback again ^Ab

I was six^Dbteen with an open ^Abheart windows ^Bbmdown in a beat up ^Gbcar When I was ^Dbdumb and the world was ^Abyoung and she was ^Bbmbeautiful^Gb She was ^Dbbeautiful^Ab She was ^Bbmbeautiful^Gb She was ^Dbbeautiful^Ab She was ^Bbmbeautiful^Gb

There was a ^Dbday that I was free Not a ^Abcare that I could see So good I ^Bbmbarely could believe that it was ^Gbhappening Oh take me ^Dbback again ^Ab

I was six^Dbteen with an open ^Abheart windows ^Bbmdown in a beat up ^Gbcar When I was ^Dbdumb and the world was ^Abyoung and she was ^Bbmbeautiful^Gb She was ^Dbbeautiful^Ab She was ^Bbmbeautiful^Gb It was ^Dbyou, it was ^Abyou, and you are ^Bbmbeautiful, ^Gbyeah I was six^Dbteen with an open ^Abheart windows ^Bbmdown in a beat up ^Gbcar When I was ^Dbdumb and the world was ^Abyoung and she was ^Bbmbeautiful^Gb