Cry Cry Cry - Made you a place for you

^DOh Lord, I have made you a ^Cplace in my ^Gheart Among the ^Arags and the bones and the ^Bmdirt. There's ^Dpiles of lies, the ^Clove gone from her ^Geyes, And ^Aold moving boxes full of h^Durt. ^CPull up a ^Gchair by the ^Dtrouble and care. I got ^Cwhiskey, you're ^Gwelcome to ^Asome. Oh ^DLord, I have made you a ^Cplace in my h^Geart, But I ^Adon't reckon you're gonna c^Dome. ^DI've tried to fix up the place, I ^Cknow it's a dis^Ggrace, You get ^Aused to it after a w^Bmhile - With the ^Dflood and the drought and old ^Cpals hanging ^Gout With their ^AIOU's nad their ^Dsmiles. ^CBare naked ^Gwomen k^Deep coming in And they ^Cdance like you ^Gwouldn't be^Alieve. Oh ^DLord, I have made you a ^Cplace in my ^Gheart, So ^Atake a good look - and then le^Dave.

^DOh Lord, why does the Fall get ^Ccolder each ^Gyear? ^ALord, why can't I learn to ^Bmlove? ^DLord, if you made me, it's ^Ceasy to s^Gee That you ^Aall make mistakes up abov^De. But if I ^Copen the ^Gdoor, you will ^Dknow I'm poor And my s^Cecrets are ^Gall that I ^Aown. Oh ^DLord, I have made you a ^Cplace in my ^Gheart And I ^Ahope that you leave it ^Dalone.