Capo: 1

Holes Capo 1 Bm A D Bm A G Bm A D G

There's a pic^Dture frame hanging at the end of the hall Pile of d^Gust on the floor where my fist hit the dry wall ^BmThat's my M.O., leaving something broke ^GEverywhere I go, holes

There's a rusty old truck door sitting in a field That I filled full of buck shot, everytime I got Mad something over nothing Didn't matter at all, holes

In my l^Dife, down in my b^Gones From my h^Bmeart, ^Ato my s^Goul

There's a lonely space on a big brass bed Where we first made love and she laid her head On my shoulder, before I told her It was over, holes There's a million conversations with my old man About who he was and who I am That I never had, I just wouldn't listen

I just kept digging myself down in them h^Bmoles Chorus

Bridge:

When I w^Bmoke up today put the shovel down Stepped o^Dut of my haze took a look around Saw a r^Gay of light shining through the clouds ^Bm ^A ^G So I climbed ou^Bmt ^A ^G

Chorus

Cody Johnson - Holes