Lori McKenna - Numbered doors

She wore a ^Cborrowed ^Gdress nobody ^Emwanted ^Dback She looked ^Cpretty as ^Ga picture in a ^Emmagazine ^Dad Her daddy ^Cwalked her down the ^Gisle and then ^Emthat was ^Dthat No going back^C now

They said they’d ^Ckeep on ^Gdriving till they ^Emsmelled the ^Docean His arm so ^Cproud a^Ground her, the ^Emwindows ^Dopen And ^Call she ^Gwanted was to ^Emkeep on ^Dgoing Just keep on ^Cgoing

Numbered doors, cheap cham^Empagne Run out of ^Dtime before they kill the ^Empain Maybe you’ll ^Cfind what you’re searching ^Emfor Somewhere to^Dnight behind numbered ^Emdoors ^D

She took the ^Conly waitress ^Gjob that ^Emshe could ^Dfind Well, a ^Ctown like ^Gthis don’t have a ^EmFive and ^DDime The ^Csummer’s too ^Ghot, the ^Emwinter’s too ^Dcold You can ^Cbuy your Jesus or sell your soul

Numbered doors, misspelled ^Emnames It won’t hurt no ^Dmore, so let it hit the ^Emvein You can’t give a^Cway what ain’t really ^Emyours But how she ^Dtries behind numbered ^Cdoors

They didn’t ^Cfind her ^Gthere until the ^Emnext after^Dnoon House^Ckeeping came ^Gin to ^Emclean the ^Droom Seemed like it ^Chappened in a ^Gstrangely ^Empeaceful ^Dway Sometimes there ^Cain’t no reason why something breaks

She wore a ^Cborrowed ^Gdress nobody ^Emwanted ^Dback Her daddy ^Cwalked her down the ^Gisle and ^Emthat was ^Dthat