Whiskey Myers - Heart of stone

Some^Dmtimes I look in the mirror and I D^Fon’t like what I see A^Cnd I wonder if she’ll ever know the D^Bbarker side of me ^Dm..Is my reflection just a sh^Fell of the Truth? ^C..Am I the living or Am ^BbI the dying proof?

^F..I’m learning to move slow^C, I’m learning To let go I’m l^Dmearning most things a man ^Bbmy Age is supposed to know ^F..I’m learning how to writ^Ce, I’m learning

I’m le^Dmarning after these years how to Be th^Bbankful for what I got And I carry ^Fon With a heart of st^Cone And calloused ^Dmhands

So^Dmmetimes I think I’m crazy, w^Fashed Up in the brain ^CAs for my youth I threw ^Bbmost of those Years away ^Dm..And I can’t even apologize for h^Falf the Things I’ve done Or a^Cll the nights spent looking down The w^Bbrong end of a gun

^F..But I’m learning how to lo^Cve, I’m Learning about the Lord above I’m l^Dmearning that he’s giving me more Than anyth^Bbing I could dream of ^F..I’m learning how to pra^Cy a little more everyday I’m l^Dmearning to accept the things Ab^Bbout me I can’t change And I carry ^Fon With a heart of st^Cone calloused h^Dmands

^F..I’m learning to move sl^Cow, I’m learning To let go Im l^Dmearning most things a man my ^Bbage Is supposed to know ^F..I’m learning how to lo^Cve, I’m learning

I’m l^Dmearning that she’s given me more Than anyth^Bbing I could dream of But I carry ^Fon With a heart of s^Ctone And calloused h^Dmands Yeah, I carry ^Fon with this heart of St^Cone and calloused h^Bbands…^F/A…… ^Dm