Faye Webster - What used to be mine

^GI miss your ^Dmhouse on the ^Chill The ^Gone with your ^Dmroom on the ^Cright ^GI miss your ^Dmvoice, you're the o^Cnly one with it It rem^Ginds me of what ^Dmused to be mine^C

^GI miss ^Dmyou in Chattan^Cooga I d^Grive through there^Dm all the t^Cime And ^GI listen ^Dmto you when I^C feel like crying It rem^Ginds me of what ^Dmused to be mine^C

^GI miss your s^Dmhirt that didn't f^Cit right I've w^Gorn it to s^Dmleep once or tw^Cice I ^Gtry not to g^Dmo where I fi^Crst met you It rem^Ginds me of what ^Dmused to be mine^C

^GI only s^Dmee you on o^Cccasion Some f^Gorm of you, n^Dmot in real l^Cife R^Gight now your p^Dmicture's all ov^Cer Atlanta No ^Gmatter which ^Dmway that I dr^Cive It rem^Ginds me of what ^Dmused to be mine^C You rem^Gind me of what u^Dmsed to be mine^C