Johnny Cash - Hurt

I ^Churt m^Dyself t^Amoday to ^Csee i^Df I still^Am feel, I f^Cocus ^Don the ^Ampain, the ^Conly ^Dthing that's ^Amreal. The ^Cneedle ^Dtears a ^Amhole, the ^Cold fa^Dmiliar^Am sting, try to ^Ckill it^D all a^Amway, but I ^Cremember e^Dverything^G.

^AmWhat have I beco^Fme, ^Cmy sweetest f^Griend ? ^AmEveryone I ^Fknow goes ^Caway in the ^Gend. And^Am you could have it a^Fll, ^Gmy empire of dirt, ^AmI will let you d^Fown, ^GI will make you hurt.

I ^Cwear this ^Dcrown of ^Amthorns ^Cupon my li^Dar's chai^Amr, f^Cull of bro^Dken though^Amts I can^Cnot repai^D, ^Amir. Beneath^C the stains of^D time the ^Amfeeling disap^C, ^D, ^Amipears, y^Cou are someo^Dne else, I a^Amm sti^Cll right ^D, ^Ghere.

Wha^Amt have I become, ^F my sw^-ee^C, ^Gtest friend ? ^AmEveryone I know go^Fes away in the end^C, ^G. And you ^Amcould have it all, my emp^Fire o^Gf dirt, ^Am I will let you dow^Fn, I wi^Gll make you hurt. I^Amf I could start again,^F a million ^Gmiles away, ^Am I would keep myself, I w^Fould^G, ^Ami find a way.