Tyler Childers - All yourn

^CDriving through the road work, ^Dmall the work they took forever on ^FThe road comes blurred like memories of the ^Emmiles we ^Dmshared ^Cbetween ^CThe place you learned to say your prayers, the p^Dmlace I took to praying ^FLoading in and breaking down the ^Emrough dark ^Dmdoor till ^Cdreams ^CLong before we ever met, ^DmI made up my direction ^FLong before I knew the half the ^Empath I’m ^Dmsure of ^Cnow ^CThough I’d say it ain’t the way, ^Dmthat you’d have gone about it ^FYou followed me and lead me on, ^Emand never ^Dmlet me ^Cdown

^CSo I’ll love till my lungs give out, ^Dmand I ain’t lying ^EmI’m all ^Dmyour'n, and^F you’re all^C mine ^CThere ain’t two ways around it, ^DmThere ain’t no trying bout it ^EMI’m all ^Dmyour'n, and^F you’re al^Cl mine

^CFried morels and fine hotels, and all t^Dmhat in the middle ^FEvery bite and curtain drawn, I^Em want to t^Dmaste with y^Cou ^CThe goddess of my days in pen, ^Dmthe muse I ain’t refusing ^FThe part of me that ain’t around, ^EmI’m always ^Dmtalking ^Ctoo ^CSo I’ll love till my lungs give out, a^Dmnd I ain’t lying ^EmI’m all ^Dmyour'n, an^Fd you’re all^C mine ^CThere ain’t two ways around it, ^DmThere ain’t no trying bout it ^EmI’m all ^Dmyour'n, and^F you’re all ^Cmine

^CSo I’ll love till my lungs give out, ^Dmand I ain’t lying ^EmI’m all ^Dmyour'n, and^F you’re all^C mine ^CThere ain’t two ways around it, The^Dmre ain’t no trying bout it ^EmI’m all ^Dmyour'n, and^F you’re all^C mine ^CNo there ain’t two ways around it, ^DmThere ain’t no trying bout it ^EmI’m all ^Dmyour'n, and^F you’re all^C mine