Merle Haggard - I die ten thousand times a day

^CI come home and I ^G7sat down by the ^Cdoor I just sat and dream my lonely life ^G7away

I just can't ^Cstand a thought that I won't see you any^Fmore I guess I ^Cdie ten ^G7thousand times a ^Fd-a^Cy

Without soul ^G7life comes to its ^Cend I ceased to live the night you went ^G7away

If you walk ^Cthrough that door then I'll start to live ^Fagain I guess I ^Cdie ten ^G7thousand times a ^Fd-a^Cy

I pick up each ^G7thing you used to ^Ctouch I call to mine each tender word you ^G7say

If I've ^Churt you it's just because I love you much too ^Fmuch I guess I ^Cdie ten ^G7thousand times a ^Fd-a^Cy