Cady Groves - Crying game

^F Woke ^Cup to ^Gsnow, it's Christmas again ^F But you're ^Cstill not ^Ghome, got thrown in the pen ^F And I'm ^Csix years ^Gold, sitting here thinking "Why am I always alone?"

^F So I ^Cwatch my ^Gmomma, from the back of the van ^F As she ^Cdrove along^G, and having seven kids ^F Must ^Chave been ^Ghard, but daddy couldn't stay out of the bar

It's a ^Fcrying ^Cgame,^G seeing him in prison on ^FChristmas ^Cday ^G Twenty years later still ^Fsuch a ^Cshame to ^Ghave a broken heart at such a ^{Am Dm}young ^Gage Now it's ^Amall^Dm the ^Gsame, it's a ^Fcry^Cing ^Ggame

^F I ^Cmissed the ^Gcall and woke to find ^F My ^Cbrother was ^Ggone, that's when I lost my ^Fmind at ^Ceighteen years ^Gold, wondering how life could be so cold

^F But we ^Ccame toget^Gher, like never before ^F All my ^Cbrothers and ^Gsisters kept momma at shore ^F til we ^Clost ano^Gther, it's hard to know just what to think no more

It's a ^Fcrying ^Cgame,^G to have to put my brothers ^Fin their ^Cgraves,^G life ain't perfect, but it's ^FSuch a ^Cshame, they ^Gleft behind the stories that they^{Am Dm}never ^Gmade Now it's ^Amall^Dm the ^Gsame, it's a ^Fcry^Cing ^Ggame

^DmLiving and loving gets ^Fme through the pain ^CDon't take for granted a ^Gsoul or a day ^DmAnywhere I'm going it's ^Fcrazy to think that ^CThere's a million other people ^Gout there playing

A ^Fcrying ^Cgame,^G there's no winning and no ^Fone to ^Cblame,^G life is fragile and can ^Fslip away^C and ^Glet me tell you when it does, it's^{Am Dm}such a ^Gshame But it's ^Amall^Dm the ^Gsame, it's a ^Fcryi^Cng ^Ggame