Reba McEntire - My mind is on you

^N.C.Oh, we had a ^Gfight A lover's ^Cquarrel ^G A^Cngry words spoken in ha^Amste ^D Deep in the ^Gnight It went ^Cout of con^Gtrol And with ^Ctears streaming down my f^Amace ^{D Em}I slammed the door and I ^Gwalked out ^CSwearing that w^Ge were thro^Amugh Well, now I'm ^Csitting in a ^Dbar G C ~ Thinking I've gone too far And ^Amwondering what ^DI'm gonna ^Gdo ^CThinking 'bout ^D7calling ^Gyou

To my ^Cleft,^D a blue ^Gcollar To my ^Cright a ^Dhigh dollar ^Gman Across the ^Cbar^D a smooth ^Embartender Who thinks ^AmI'm in the palm of his ^Chand ^D

Well, they buy me ^Cdrinks ^D And light ^Gmy cigarette They're all ^Cwondering which ^Gone I'm gonna ^Amchoose ~ C D Oh, my hand's on the glass My ^Gsecond marga^A7rita ^N.C.And my ^Cmind is ^Don ^Gyou ^C My mind is ^Gon you ^C

^N.C.Well, I ran a^Gway In a ^Cmoment of weak^Gness ^CI couldn't hold my ^Amown ^D I should have ^Gstayed Because ^Cbeing to^Ggether Means ^Cmore than who was right or ^Amwrong ^D And ^Emsitting in a room full of ^Glonely faces Y^Cou're the only ^Gone I s^Amee If ^Cyou only ^Dknew G C ~ I was thinking of you ^AmWould you come and ^Drescue m^Ge ^CMaybe I should ^D7call and s^Gee

To my ^Cleft,^D a blue ^Gcollar To my ^Cright a ^Dhigh dollar ^Gman Across the ^Cbar^D a smooth ^Embartender Who thinks ^AmI'm in the palm of his ^Chand ^D

Well, they buy me ^Cdrinks ^D And light ^Gmy cigarette They're all ^Cwondering which ^Gone I'm gonna ^Amchoose ~ C D Oh, my hand's on the glass My ^Gthird marga^A7rita ^N.C.And my ^Cmind is ^Don ^Gyou ^C My mind is ^Gon you ^{C C}

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I should have known I could ^Emnever get along O^Cutside your l^Dove

^N.C.It's last ^Ccall ^D And I'm out^G of cigarettes And they're all ^Cwondering what I^G'm gonna d^Amo ~ C D Oh, my hand's on the glass It's my ^Glast marga^A7rita ^N.C.And my ^Cmind is ^Don ^Gyou ^C My mind is o^Gn you ^C My mind is o^Gn you ^{C G}