Marty Stuart - Reasons

^EIt was the perfect excuse to get drunk As if ^Alately I've needed one It was the ^Bperfect excuse to buy bullets For the ^Abarrel of my ^Bfavorite ^Egun It was the perfect way to ^E7show you How it ^Afeels inside of me And the ^Bperfect way to find out How it ^Afeels to ^Bset me ^Efree ^{A B}

^EReasons, I keep looking for ^Areasons I ^Bthought that I had loved you, I ^Adid the ^Bbest I ^Ecould ^{A B E}Reasons, I keep looking for ^Areasons I ^Bblost the ^Breason for me living and ^Athat just ^Bain't no ^Egood ^{A B}

I ^F#know that three's a crowded room ^B But really this won't take long I want to ^C#meet the man, help him understand What he ^Bdid when he ^C#broke up our ^F#home ^{B C#} And I'll be ^F#going now to a place I know Thats ^Bdeep, dark and quiet A-^C#way from the pain and the undying shame Of ^Bme and my ^C#unfaithful ^F#wife ^{B C#}

^F#Reasons, I keep looking for ^Breasons I ^C#thought that I had loved you, I ^Bdid the ^C#best I ^F#could ^{B C# F#}Reasons, I keep looking for ^Breasons I lost the ^C#reason for me living and ^Bthat just ^C#ain't no ^F#good ^B I ^Clost the ^C#reason for me living and ^Bthat just ^C#ain't no ^F#good