Robbie Fulks - Buck starts here

^EI never knew this place ^Ahad so much empty space ^EUntil tonight When you walked right out the ^B7door ^EAnd so I walked to our bedside ^Aand pulled out that 45 ^EThat laid for years be^B7hind our chest of ^Edrawers ^EAt first it looked too worn to play, ^AThe label all but washed away ^EThen I made out the name of my old ^B7friend ^EThirty years and a scratch or two ^ABut when the needle hit the groove ^EI knew it was ^B7crying time ^Eagain The Buck starts h^Aere With Hank sure to ^Efollow Turn him up loud and ^B7clear He's singing my ^Asorro^Ew Let the sad songs roll ^Aon Through a house filled with ^Etears Where the good times is ^B7gone The Buck starts ^Ehere

^EThe people in the house next door ^Athink I'm tearing up the floor ^EIt's half past four My lights are burning ^Bbright ^EBut this occasion's no big deal ^AIt's just some boys from Bakersfield ^EWho came around to ^B7help me through the ^Enight The Buck starts h^Aere With Hank sure to ^Efollow Turn him up loud and ^B7clear He's singing my ^Asorro^Ew Let the sad songs roll ^Aon Through a house filled with ^Etears Where the good times is ^B7gone The Buck starts ^Ehere