Toby Keith - Losing my touch

^GReservations for one tonight ^EmI'll be eating by myself again ^CAt that quiet little corner spot ^DWhere we used to hang with all our friends ^GAnd I'll ease down to the local pub ^EmClimb up on the tallest stool ^CHolding court with my common sense ^DOutwitting all these common fools

^CI've got good taste for blended whiskey ^GI can see my way around this bar ^DI can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox ^Am7And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled ^Dcigar I can't read your ^Cmin^Dd ^{Em C}Baby I can ^Dsense this ^Gmuch When it comes to your ^Am7love I ^Dfeel like I'm losing my ^Ctouch ^{Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 D}

^GYou're not buying this anymore ^EmMy lies have come up short again ^CYou haven't said it's over yet ^DOh but I can feel a bitter wind ^GAnd after giving me your better years ^EmAnd hoping for the very best ^CClosing time is drawing near ^DAs I sit alone with all the rest Chorus ^DWhen it comes to your l^Am7ove ^DI feel like I'm losing my ^Ctouch ^Cmaj7