Tim McGraw - Open season on my heart

^FHere's to the corners yet to t^Curn ^BbHere's to the bridges yet to ^Gmburn ^Bb Here's to the whole thing blown ^Gmapart ^BbIt's open s^Ceason on ^Fmy heart ^FThe days go by like flying b^Cricks ^Bb Leave gaping holes too deep to ^Gmfix ^Bb I'd just stay home if I were s^Gmmart ^Bb It's open ^Cseason on ^Fmy heart I^Bb can't blame a^Gmnyone but ^Fme ^C This reckless f^Gmool I've come to ^Fbe ^Bm My tired excuses just don't f^Cit ^Bb It don't look good from where I ^Csit ^Bb I've tried to change without much l^Fuck ^Bb I reached the point where I get ^Fstuck ^Bb I hit the streets and the fireworks ^Cstart ^Bb It's open s^Ceason on my ^Fheart I^Bb can't be s^Gomething that I'm ^Fnot ^C I can't giv^Ge what I haven't go^Ft ^Bb I don't know where or why or w^Chen ^Bb I only know the shape I'm ^Cin ^FSo here's to the clown down in the ^Cmouth ^Bb Here's to the whole thing going s^Gmouth ^Bb My own true love's turned poison d^Gmart ^Bb It's open ^Cseason on my ^Fheart H^Bbere's turning heartaches into ^Gmart ^Bb It's open ^Cseason on my ^Fheart