Justin Moore - Old habits

I say go^Dodnight to an emp^Gty space be^Dside me The on^Gly re^Dply is the beat of^A my heart I wa^Dke up and I make t^Gwo black cups of ^Dcoffee The routine b^Geing with you ^Dtaught me left its ma^Ark These ^Dold, old h^Aabits die ^Ghard

I get in the c^Dar and turn the ^Gradio o^Dn Expecting y^Gou to sing a^Dlong but you never s^Atart It's a lonely r^Doad and I ^Gcan't see where it ^Dends Where I'm g^Goin' and where we've b^Deen are so far ^Aapart These o^Dld, old h^Aabits die^G hard

I ^Bmsaid goodb^Aye when ^Gyou let g^Do Still ^BmI hold o^An to a^Gll I've k^Dnown Wherever ^BmI am th^Aere you ar^Ge 'Cause o^Dld, old ha^Abits die ^Ghard

These four w^Dalls are slowly c^Glosing in ar^Dound me Without y^Gour light, I'm here d^Drowning in the da^Ark

I pick up the ph^Done then I c^Gome straight to my s^Denses I kn^Gow the conseque^Dnces of going that f^Aar O^Dld, old ha^Abits die h^Gard

I ^Bmsaid goodb^Aye when ^Gyou let g^Do Still ^BmI hold o^An to a^Gll I've k^Dnown Wherever ^BmI am th^Aere you ar^Ge 'Cause o^Dld, old ha^Abits die ^Ghard

I say good^Dnight to an e^Gmpty space bes^Dide me The ^Gonly reply is the b^Deat of my heart^A