Cody Johnson - Holes

There's a ^Epicture frame hangin' at the end of the hall Pile of ^Adust on the floor where my fist met the drywall That's my ^C#mMO, ^Bleavin' something broke ^Aeverywhere I go Holes

There's a ^Erusty old truck door sittin' in a field That I ^Afilled full of buckshot every time i got ^C#mMad at something over^B nothing didn't matter at ^Aall Holes

In my ^Elife, down in my ^Abones From my ^C#mheart, ^Bto my ^Asoul

There's a ^Elonely space on the big brass bed where we ^Afirst made love And she laid head on my ^C#mshoulder before ^BI told it was ^Aover Holes

There's a ^Emillion conversations with my old man 'Bout who he was, and ^Awho I am That I ^C#mnever had, ^BI just wouldn't listen ^AI just kept digging myself down in 'em holes

In my ^Elife, down in my ^Abones From my ^C#mheart, ^Bto my ^Asoul Holes

Well I ^F#mwoke up today, put the shovel down ^AStepped out of my haze, took a look around Saw a ^F#mray of light shining ^Bthrough the ^Aclouds

And I let it ^Eshine Down in my ^Abones From my ^C#mheart, ^Bright through my ^Asoul Through all ^Emy ^Aholes Through all these ^C#mhole^Bs ^{E C#m B A C#m B E B}