Joe Pug - Not so sure

^CThere was a time when I heard you calling out my name But ^Fthese days I'm not so ^Csure ^{G C}When the room went dark and your ^Gvoice was gone, I ^Amheard you all the same But ^Fthese days I'm not so ^Csure ^{G C}I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch But ^Fthese days I'm not so s^Cure ^{G C}Definitely ^Gwas the word I u^Amsed far too much Cause ^Fthese days I'm not so ^Csure ^G

^FI bummed expensive cigar^Cettes ^FI wrote John Steinbeck's^C books ^AmI undressed someone's da^Gughter and then complain^Fed about her looks ^{C F} Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were^C Now as I ^Ampick my own po^Gcket I know th^Fese days I'm not so s^Cure

^CThe church was my kitchen, the world was my church But t^Fhese days I'm not so su^Cre ^{G C}The choirs I would li^Gsten, the ^Ambriers I would search But t^Fhese days I'm not so su^Cre ^G I s^Facrificed my ^Csister, I ^Fprayed my own soul to k^Ceep I t^Amold my dying ^Gfather that a ^Fman should never w^Ceep ^F Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still ^Cwere Am G F C (G F C) x2 Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sure

^CSo if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walk And I sp^Fend my days wishing after her ^{C G C}My steps are without rhy^Gthm and her na^Amme is drawn in chalk As thes^Fe days I'm not so su^Cre ^G I dr^Fank my wine for bre^Cakfast every mo^Frning I was bo^Crn In the b^Amlack electric ^Gwinter my ba^Fck was always ^Cwarm ^F Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still^C were ^AmNow in my sleepless bed^Groom, I know th^Fese days… I'm not so sure^C. ^{G C}