Eric Church - Mistress named music medley cincinnati

^CI still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys ^{D C}Just five years old, my church shoes a-dan^Dgling ^CYeah, she's long gone and I'm still ^Gchasing this song^C

With a^G guitar f^Dull of freedom and a ^Ghead full of li^Dnes That n^Gightlife full of ^Ddemons has been a ^Emhell of a r^Dide ^DI got a crazy h^Geart, but I was ^Cadd9born to lose ^Git ^D Married to a ^Gdream with a ^Emmistress named ^Dmusic

^CNo hope and squarely solitary Enough whiskey and Coke, boys, to get me in a b^Dind ^CAmps juiced, the whole damn block could hear me ^D Even that cop car rolling ^Cpast By the time they hit the f^Gront door I was out the b^Dack

With a^G guitar f^Dull of freedom and a ^Ghead full of li^Dnes That n^Gightlife full of ^Ddemons has been a ^Emhell of a r^Dide ^DI got a crazy h^Geart, but I was ^Cadd9born to lose ^Git ^D Married to a ^Gdream with a ^Emmistress named ^Dmusic

^CWhite calloused fingers on bronze and nylon ^CThese same old boots are still tapping t^Dime ^CNot quite the buzz I used to ti^De on But 'til I'm ^Cgone, I'll be ch^Gasing this song

^CGirl, ^Emyou're looking ^Fmaj7fine to^Gnight ^CAnd every ^Emguy has got yo^Fmaj7u in his ^Gsight ^FWhat you're ^Emdoing with ^Dma clown like ^Cme ^FIs surely one^Em of life's little^D7 mysteries

So to^Cnight I'll ^Emask ^FThe stars a^Gbove ^C"How did I^Em ever ^Fwin your ^Glove?" ^FWhat did ^CI do, ^EWhat did ^AmI say ^FTo turn your ^Cangel ^Geyes my way^C

She came d^Gown from ^ACincinn^Dati It took her ^Gthree days ^Aon the ^Dtrain ^GLookin' for some ^Apeace and ^Dquiet ^GHoped to see the ^Asun ^Dagain But now she ^Glives down ^Aby the ^Docean She's takin' ^Gcare to l^Aook for ^Dsharks They ^Ghang out i^An the l^Docal bars And they ^Gfeed right ^Aafter d^Dark

^F#7mCan't you feel 'em ^B7mcirclin', honey ^F#7mCan't you feel 'em swimmin' ^B7maround You got ^Gfins to the ^Aleft, ^Gfins to the ^Aright And you're the o^Gnly ^Abait in ^Dtown You got ^Gfins to the ^Aleft, ^Gfins to the ^Aright And you're the o^Gnly g^Airl in ^Dtown

^DBaby, when I think a^Gbout you, I think about ^Dlov^Ge. ^DDarling, couldn't live with^Gout you, and your ^Dlov^Ge. If I ^Dhad those golden ^Gdreams, of my ^Dyesterd^Gay I would ^Dwrap you, In the ^Gheavens, And feel it ^Ddying (dying, dying) on the ^Gway [Chorus] I feel like making ^{D G}Feel like making love^{D G}Feel like making love^{D G}Feel like making love^D Feel like ^Cmaking ^Glove to ^Dyou

Well there's a^E young man, in a tee-shirt, listening to a rockin' rollin' station

"^DLord this must ^Abe my desti^Enation" Cause they told me, when I was younger,

But just like ^Deverything else those old crazy ^Adreams, just kinda came and ^Ewent

^EOh, but ain't that ^AAmerica, for you and ^Eme? Ain't that ^AAmerica, something to ^Esee baby? Ain't that ^AAmerica, home of the ^Bfree? Little pink houses, for ^Ayou and me

^GRemember when the days were long and roll^Ced beneath a deep blue sky ^GDidn't have a care in the world With mommy^C and daddy ^Dstanding by But ha^Gppily ever after fails and we've been poisoned^C by these fairy tales The la^Gwyers dwell on small details Since dadd^Emy had t^Co fly ^D

Ah but I k^Em7now a place where we can^Am7 go ^Em7That's still u^Cmaj7ntouched by ma^Dn ^Em7We'll sit and watch the clou^Am7ds go by and the ^Cmaj7tall grass wave in the w^Dind you can lay ^Gyour head back o^Cn the ground And ^Glet your hair fal^Cl all around me ^GOffer up your be^Cst defense But th^Em7is is the end^Am7, ^D This is the end ^{Em7 D} Of the Inno^Gcence

H^Gey pretty baby are you ready for me? It's your good rockin' daddy down from T^Cennessee ^{C G/B} D C C* I'm just outta Austin bound for San Antone with the radio blastin' and the Bird Dog on

^G Speed trap up ahead Selma town but no local yokel's gonna^C shut me dow^Cn ^G/B D C G* Cause me and my boys got this rig unwound and we've come a thousand miles from the guitar town

H^Dey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault L^Cove to hear the steel belts h^Gummin on the asphalt W^Dake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop St^Cumble in the restaurant, w^D7onderin' why I don't stop

Well, I ^GGotta keep rockin while I still can got a two-pack habit and a m^Cotel tan ^{C G/B} D C C* When my boots hit the boards I'm a brand new man put my back to the risers and make my stand ^G Hey pretty baby won't you hold me tight, I'm loadin' up and rollin' out of h^Cere tonight ^{C G/B} D C G* One of these days I'm gonna settle down and I'll take you back with me to the guitar town

^EYou're th^Ae cutest thing that I^B ever did s^Aee I ^Ereally love your p^Aeaches want to s^Bhake your t^Aree ^ELovey d^Aovey, lovey dovey, lovey d^Bovey all the t^Aime ^EOoh wee bab^Ay, I sure sh^Bow you a good t^Aime

Cause' I'm a p^Eicker, I'm a gr^Ainner I'm a l^Eover, And I'm a s^Ainner ^Eplayin' my m^Ausic in the s^Bun ^A I'm a jo^Eker, I'm a sm^Aoker I'm a m^Eid-night tok^Aer ^EI sure don't ^Awant to hurt no ^Bone, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With a^G guitar f^Dull of freedom and a ^Ghead full of li^Dnes That n^Gightlife full of ^Ddemons has been a ^Emhell of a r^Dide ^DI got a crazy h^Geart, but I was ^Cadd9born to lose ^Git ^D Married to a ^Gdream with a ^Emmistress named ^Dmusic