Wade Bowen - All thats left

^EHeading out, another night has fallen ^C#mThese empty arms have got something to ^Aprove 'Cause they're ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^Eyou ^EI washed this jacket half a hundred times ^C#mBut your smell don't fade away like the ^Ablue It's ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^Eyou

^C#mI turn to sidewalks^A over memories ^EWalk these crowded^B streets 'til they're empty ^C#mI talk to strangers,^A lean on old friends ^EThey hide the silence that comes ^Bcreeping in the ^Aroom 'Cause that's ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^Eyou

^EThis pair of boots you bought me for no reason ^C#mThey're looking ragged and the soles are worn clean ^Athrough They're ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^Eyou ^EA man plays guitar on the corner ^C#mHe must feel like me 'cause all he plays are leaving ^Atunes And that's ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^Eyou

^C#mI turn to sidewalks^A over memories ^EWalk these crowded ^Bstreets 'til they're empty ^C#mI talk to strangers,^A lean on old friends ^EThey hide the silence that comes ^Bcreeping in the ^Aroom 'Cause that's ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^C#myou ^{A B A E}

^C#mI turn to sidewalks^A over memories ^EWalk these crowded ^Bstreets 'til they're empty ^C#mI talk to strangers,^A lean on old friends ^EThey hide the silence that comes ^Bcreeping in the ^Aroom 'Cause that's ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^C#myou ^A That's ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^Eyou

^EClosing time, stumble to the taxi ^C#mTell the driver, Eldride Lane 1202^A 'Cause that's ^Ball that's left of ^Aloving ^Eyou