Mat Kearney - Learning to love again

^AmYour poker f^Gace ain’t foolin^Fg nobody, no^Cbody here ^AmWe’ve all ^Gfelt the flame and s^Fhed those sam^Ce tears ^AmDriving home to a o^Gne man hell, still c^Founting years, s^Ctill counting years ^AmHey broth^Ger we’re all^F learning to love a^Cgain ^Am‘Cause that was the^G real you running ^Fthrough the fields of^C gold wide open ^AmStanding in ^Gplaces no pic^Fture contai^Cns ^AmThat was the r^Geal you, windows do^Fwn, we could smell the min^Ct fields crying ^AmSing with the r^Gadio to son^Fg we can’t ^Cname ^AmThat was the re^Gal you saying, ??^F?Maybe I’m not too^C young to be a cowboy.” ^AmHey brothe^Gr, we’re all l^Fearning to lov^Ce again ^AmHey brothe^Gr, we’re all l^Fearning to lov^Ce again ^AmMaking up your be^Gd that day on a ^Fforeign floor between f^Coreign walls ^AmThinking ’bout the^G words you’d say to^F a phone that nev^Cer calls ^AmFeel the weight of your fath^Ger’s ring an^Fd all those dreams, and^C all those dreams ^AmHey br^Gother, we’re all l^Fearning to lov^Ce again ^Am‘Cause that was the^G real you running ^Fthrough the fields of^C gold wide open ^AmStanding in ^Gplaces no pic^Fture contai^Cns ^AmThat was the r^Geal you, windows do^Fwn, we could smell the min^Ct fields crying ^AmSing with the r^Gadio to son^Fg we can’t ^Cname ^AmThat was the re^Gal you saying, ??^F?Maybe I’m not too^C young to be a cowboy.” ^AmHey brothe^Gr, we’re all l^Fearning to lov^Ce again ^AmHey brothe^Gr, we’re all l^Fearning to lov^Ce again ^Am‘Cause that was the ^Greal you standing ^Fthere in the ^Cshape of your body ^AmFear don??^G? know no love when^F we’re all t^Che same ^AmThat was the re^Gal you looki^Fng back acro^Css the water ^AmTears falling like r^Gain, drops rippl^Fing against the s^Chame ^AmThat was the re^Gal you singing hallel^Fujah, looking down a^C barrel ^AmHey brothe^Gr, we’re all l^Fearning to lov^Ce again ^AmHey brothe^Gr, we’re all l^Fearning to lov^Ce again