Reba McEntire - The bars getting lower

Her ^Dmama always ^D/F#told her to ^D/F#hold out for a ^Dgood man ^D/F#Sounded like a ^Dgood plan ^D/F#all those years a^Dgo ^G A little house with a picket fence ^G Simple life with a couple kids But ton^Bmight she's just looking for a sh^Aoulder

She was ^D/F#hoping for p^Gink champagne But she'll ^Dsettle for well whiskey Saw her^Gself in a long white gown Not ^Ddowntown gettin' tipsy And that ^Bmone-night stand walking through the door Ain't the ^Gmarrying kind, yeah that's for su^D/F#re ^G But she's gettin' ^Dolder ^{D/F# G} And the bar's gettin' ^Dlower

Her ^Ddreams are disap^D/F#pearing like ^D/F#smoke from his ciga^Drette She ^D/F#hasn't said "^DYes" but she's ^D/F#thinking she ^Dmight The ^Gcloser it gets to closing time A ^Glonely heart will take a pick-up line ^BmAnything to get her through the n^Aight

She was ^D/F#hoping for p^Gink champagne But she'll ^Dsettle for well whiskey Saw her^Gself in a long white gown Not ^Ddowntown gettin' tipsy And that ^Bmdrunk cowboy tellin' her lies Ain't the ^GJohn Wayne she had in mi^D/F#nd ^G But she's gettin' ^Dolder ^{D/F# G} And the bar's gettin' ^Dlower

She could ^Bmthank you for the drink and walk away ^G Live to love another day But sh^De's gettin' old^D/F#er ^G And the night's gettin' ^Bmcolder ^{A G}