Rocky Votolato - The old holland

I^B was sick with that o^C#mld Margaret, fo^Br fou^Er years, near ^Babout young, dumb and dumbstruck ^D#mwhen M^G#margie, she blew my can^D#mdle ^G#mout ^BI’ve got to have me a part^Ener i^G#mf I’m to sel^D#ml it^G#m all ^Bsave the mirror I look ^C#mbest in, in the b^Eack of that dirty ha^Bll

St^Bare through the be^C#mers and year and the^B bags^E and bruises f^Bade those grim lines turn sharp ^D#mand fi^G#mne, like laws the pilg^D#mrim ^G#mlaid ^Bbeaming through all the brag a^End cu^G#mss, promising^D#m the^G#m fall ^Bat the mirror I look ^C#mbest in, in the bac^Ek of that dirty ha^Bll

So^Bak up their mislaid^C#m luck and the floor^B is a^E pond of pis^Bs the brown glass throws a fa^D#mce bac^G#mk, wondering how it ca^D#mme t^G#mo this ^Bsomething about being there ^Eat la^G#mst makes a man st^D#mand ^G#mtall ^Bthat’s the mirror I ^C#mlook best in, in the b^Eack of that dirty h^Ball

I^B can’t take up ^C#manother drink and fight^B them^E now no mo^Bre they’re all moving, you’re one o^D#mf them^G#m, through that Old Hol^D#mland^G#m door ^BI’m wishing for a pardon th^Erough^G#m hoarse and hun^D#mgry ^G#mcalls ^Btowards the mirro^C#mr I look best in, in t^Ehe back of this dirty h^Ball