Butch Walker - Roll me out

^EmWhat’s that bottle you got hiding friend, ^Gbetween the Maker’s and Jack? Can you ^Amdo me a solid and pour a taste to ^Embring the memories back? I’ll be on the mend from a different time. When ^Gtime was all he had. ^Am'fore his ow^Dn brother shot him ^Emdown.

^EmTwenty-two years ago today c^Game back from the dead. ^CHomecoming was short and sweet, ^EmI remember how it read. ^EmIt said the war was over but t^Ghe battle in me bega^Amn. Put it on my tab, ^Dplease don’t roll me ^Emout.

Roll me ^Cout into a world that made a m^Gonster out of me. Roll me ^Dout into a road I used ^Emwalk on ^F#my own ^Gfeet. Where I ^Cstare at eyes of strangers, and they'll n^Gever look back and s^Cee. A light as bright as this ^Ddaylight, come on roll me ^Emout.

^EmI swear I’ve said a million times while ch^Goking down these pills, That l^Amife don’t change at all for me. I chan^Emge it at my will. And I’ll ^Emnever feel the shiver from this g^Girl's hand on my knee. At le^Cast, maybe s^Dhe, can roll me o^Emut.

Roll me ^Cout into the night time; I’ll s^Gmoke whatever you got. Roll me ^Dout but don’t feel sorry at least my m^Ememory ^F#wasn’t s^Ghot. I didn’t l^Ceave the glass half empty, no ^GI drank every dro^Cp. In my mind I’m still st^Danding, come on roll me ^Emout.

At best th^Emey'll name a park bench in my ^Ghonour when I’m done. I hope ^CI’m buried with ^Dmy mama's ^Empicture and my gun. ^EmThey’re the only friends that talk to me ^Gin my darkest time. That ^Cdarkness when they lower me ^Emdown.

Lower me d^Cown and talk about when I was yo^Gung, and fun, and wild. Lower me d^Down and know I never hurt a wo^Emman ^F#or a ch^Gild. Please re^Cmember I was just like you and ^Gstill knew how to ^Csmile. F^Corget you ever h^Dad... to ever roll me ^Emout.