Intro Bm, G, D G D Bm

^GShe lifts her skirt up to her knees G D Walks through the garden of roses with her bare feet laughing ^GI never learned to count my blessings G D I choose instead to dwell in my disasters ^BmI walk on the down the hill Through ^F#mgrass grown tall and brown G D And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain Bm F# On past the busted bags and that old and rusted Cadillac G D That sinks into this field collecting rain D A G Bm F# Will I always feel this way' D A G Bm F# So empty, so estranged

^GAnd of these cut through busted sunsets G D These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary ^GIf through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips D I spoke these words out loud would no one to hear me' ^BmLay your blouse across the chair ^F#Let fall the flowers from your hair G D And kiss me with that country mouth so plain Bm F# Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves

To me its sounds like they're G D Applauding us the sweet love we made D A G Bm F# Will I always fell this way' D A G Bm F# So empty so strange Well I looked my demons in the eyes Laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me See I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kinda bore me There's a lot of things that can kill a man, there's a lot of ways to die Yes and some already dead who walk beside me There's a lot of things I don't understand Why so many people lie Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me Will I always feel this way' So empty so estranged'

Ray Lamontagne - Empty