Chris Young - Chiseled in stone

You ran ^Ccrying to the bedroom I ran off to the ^Fbar, ^GAnother piece of heaven gone to ^Chell, The words we spoke in anger just tore my world a^Fpart, And I ^Gsat there feeling sorry for my ^Cself.

Then that old ^Cman sat down beside me And looked me in the ^Feye, And said ^G"Son, I know what you're going ^Cthrough,

And thank your lucky ^Fstars t^Ghat you got someone to go home ^Cto." You don't ^Cknow about ^Flonely, Or how long ^Cnights can be, Till you lived through the ^Gstory That's still living in ^Cme, And you don't ^Cknow about ^Fsadness 'Til you faced life a^Clone, You don't know about ^Glonely 'Til it's chiseled in ^Cstone.

So I ^Cbrought these pretty flowers Hoping you would unde^Frstand ^GSometimes a man is such a ^Cfool,

From the heart of that old ^Fman, ^GShowed me I ain't nothing without ^Cyou. You don't ^Cknow about ^Flonely Or how long ^Cnights can be 'Till you lived through the ^Gstory That old man just told ^Cme You don't ^Cknow about ^Fsadness 'Till you faced life a^Clone You don't know about ^Glonely 'Till it's chiseled in ^Cstone

You don't know about ^Glonely (No Chord) 'Til it's chiseled in ^Cstone^G. ^C