Ian Noe - Irene

^CIrene pulled ^Gin at ^Fmidnight ^CLit on ^Gsmoke and ^Fbeer P^Croudly ^Gcrawled to the ^Fporch and called your ^Amfavorite c^Ghild is ^Fhere M^Ca asked ^Gwhere ya l^Fivin' And are ya ^Clivin' r^Gight wit^Fhin? She s^Caid with f^Gire like a g^Fospel choir, a s^Amaint imm^Gune to s^Fin ^G

Old I^Crene Like a r^Gavin b^Fomb She's cuttin' every r^Cug and killin' every j^Gug she comes ^Fup on ^G Old ^CIrene Never l^Gackin' c^Fharm Said I was feelin' g^Cood and in the neighbor^Ghood I mean no h^Farm

I^Crene sat d^Gown for su^Fpper Pourin' v^Cisine in^Gto her e^Fyes To see her ^Ctremblin' ^Ghand was to ^FUnderstand some ^Amthings you ^Gcan't dis^Fguise P^Ca said ^Gnot for ^Fnothin' But you ^Cdon't seem to ^Gbe quite ^Fwell Iren^Ce read back with a ^Gsmilin' ^Fcrack how c^Amould you ^Gever ^Ftell?

Old ^CIrene Like a r^Gavin b^Fomb She's cuttin' every r^Cug and killin' every^G jug she comes ^Fup on ^G Old ^CIrene Don't b^Gelieve in ^Fpain She said to live this^C life you need a half a ^Gpint to keep you sa^Fne

I^Crene said ^Gbut I ain't ^Fhappy Sometimes I ^Cwake up ^Gfeelin' ^Fdead And if the ^Csun should ^Gshine I c^Flose my blinds, p^Amretend there's ^Grain in^Fstead T^Cook down ^Gall my ^Fmirrors I gave ^Caway all my r^Gope and ^Fguns Drowned the d^Carkest ti^Gmes with some r^Fock gut wine, and my f^Amaithful ^GMASH r^Feruns

Old I^Crene Like a r^Gavin b^Fomb She's cuttin' every ^Crug and killin' every ^Gjug that she comes u^Fp on ^G Old I^Crene Said it's s^Gad but ^Ftrue In spite of all it ^Cbrings it's the only t^Ghing that gets me t^Fhrough Yo^Gu know it gets me t^Chrough ^{G F} You know it gets me t^Chrough ^{G F} You know it gets me t^Chrough ^{G F} It gets me t^Chrough ^{G F} C