Ray Lamontagne - Empty

^GShe lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, ^Dlaughing ^GI never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disa^Dsters ^BmWalk on down the hill Through the ^Gbgrass grown tall and brown And still it's ^Ghard somehow to let go of my ^Dpain ^BmOn past the busted back Of this ^Gbold and rusted Cadillac That ^Gsinks into this field collecting^D rain

^DWill I al^Aways ^Gfeel ^Bmthis ^Gbway ^{Gb7 D}So emp^Aty, ^Gso ^Bmestra^Gbnged ^Gb7 Bm

^GOf these cutthroat busted sunsets, These cold and damp white mornings I have ^Dgrown weary ^GIf through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips I spoke these words out loud would no one ^Dhear me ^BmLay your blouse across the chair Let ^Gbfall the flowers from your hair And ^Gkiss me with that country mouth so ^Dplain ^BmOutside the rain is tapping on the leaves ^GbTo me it sounds like they're ^Gapplauding us, the quiet love we ^Dmake

^DWill I al^Aways ^Gfeel ^Bmthis ^Gbway ^{Gb7 D}So emp^Aty, ^Gso ^Bmestra^Gbnged ^Gb7

^GWell I looked my demons in the eyes Laid bare my chest said do your best and ^Ddestroy me ^GSee I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kind of ^Dbore me ^BmThere's a lot of things that can kill a man There's a l^Gbot of ways to die Yes and ^Gsome already dead who walk beside ^Dyou ^BmThere's a lot of things I don't understand Why so ^Gbmany people lie ^GWell it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires ^Dinside you

^DWill I al^Aways ^Gfeel ^Bmthis ^Gbway ^{Gb7 D}So emp^Aty, ^Gso ^Bmestra^Gbnged ^Gb7