Gord Bamford - Diamonds in a whiskey glass

^CWhen my down gets tough I ^Amfind a way to cope Drag ^Fmyself right back up From the ^Gend of my rope I pour a ^Amstrong one s^Ftraight and mean Swa^Cllow hard and^G let it do its ^Cthing

M^Amy don't give a damn takes over She's not so^F right I'm not so wrong ^AmI get less sober, ^Fshe gets less gone ^AmAnd all the broken ^Gpieces of our ^Fpast Shine like ^Cdiamonds in a^G whiskey g^Class

Just ^Amgradually blur And it ^Fain't all my fault ^GFor losing her And what ^Amwas heaven s^Ftarts to fade And ^CI'm better off^G anyw^Cay

My don't ^Amgive a damn takes over She's not so ^Fright I'm not so wrong ^AmI get less sober, ^Fshe gets less gone And ^Amall the broken ^Gpieces of our ^Fpast Shine like ^Cdiamonds in a ^Gwhiskey g^Class

Ain't it^Am funny how that ^Fhalf empty bottle Starts to look ^Amhalf full when your ^Flooking up from the ^Gbottom

^AmAnd all the broken^G pieces of the ^Fpast Shine like ^Cdiamonds in a ^Gwhiskey ^Amglass Shine like ^Fdiamonds in a ^Gwhiskey ^Cglass