Justin Moore - Old habits

I say ^Ggoodnight to an ^Emempty space ^Gbeside me The on^Emly rep^Gly is the beat of my^D heart I wake u^Gp and I make t^Emwo black cups of ^Gcoffee The routine b^Emeing with you t^Gaught me left its mar^Dk These ^Gold, old h^Emabits die h^Card

I get in the c^Gar and turn the ^Emradio on^G Expecting y^Emou to sing al^Gong but you never s^Dtart It's a lonely r^Goad and I ^Emcan't see where it e^Gnds Where I'm g^Emoin' and where we've be^Gen are so far a^Dpart These o^Gld, old h^Emabits die ^Chard

I ^Emsaid good^Dbye when^C you let^D go Still ^EmI hold o^Dn to a^Cll I've^D known Wherever ^EmI am th^Dere you ar^Ce 'Cause o^Gld, old ha^Embits die h^Card

These four w^Galls are slowly c^Emlosing in aro^Gund me Without y^Emour light, I'm here d^Growning in the da^Drk

I pick up the ph^Gone then I c^Emome straight to my se^Gnses I kn^Emow the consequen^Gces of going that fa^Dr O^Gld, old ha^Embits die ha^Crd

I ^Emsaid goodb^Dye when ^Cyou let g^Do Still ^EmI hold o^Dn to a^Cll I've k^Dnown Whereve^Emr I am ^Dthere yo^Cu are These ol^Gd, old hab^Emits die h^Card

I say good^Gnight to an e^Emmpty space besi^Gde me The ^Emonly reply is the ^Gbeat of my hear^Dt