Drive-By Truckers - Love like this

^GComing home with a bottle, ^Ctrying not to break the ^Gseal. ^GThis Friday evening traffic's about e^Cnough to break a man's w^Gill. ^CAnd I can't wait to see you and s^Gee how your week has ^Emgone, and tear ^Ainto Old No.7 and make love till d^Dawn.

^GBut your Mama she'll be calling, ^Cif she ain't knocking on the d^Goor. ^GAnd it won't take me long to remember what ^CI brought that bottle home f^Gor. ^CAnd we'll all get to fighting, j^Gust like we always ^Emdo. ^AAnd come Saturday morning, I'll be singing these^D blues.

Last ^Cnight I slept with my ^Dboots on again, one ^Gcut on my forehead and ^Emone my chin, on the ha^Crd old floor with ^Dnothin to cover up ^Gwith. You go^Ct me real good, girl, and^D I must admit, you pack ^Gpurty mean punch for such a ^Empretty little dish. And it's a ^Cshame to know most folks d^Don't ever know love like^G this.

^GCome Monday morning, I'll be ^Csore to a fare-thee-^Gwell. ^GCussin' God and America, wishing ^Cthem both just to send me off to ^Ghell. ^CBut the boss man don't want no excuses when it ^Gcomes time to get on the ^Emclock. ^AAnd without that paycheck, I'd lose the ^Drest of what sweet love I got.

Last ^Cnight I slept with my ^Dboots on again, one ^Gcut on my forehead and ^Emone my chin, on the ha^Crd old floor with ^Dnothin to cover up ^Gwith. You go^Ct me real good, girl, and^D I must admit, you pack ^Gpurty mean punch for such a ^Empretty little dish. And it's a ^Cshame to know most folks d^Don't ever know love like^G this. And it's a ^Cshame to know most folks d^Don't ever know love like^G this.