The Buck Starts Here Robbie Fulks By Robbie Fulks 7/29/2011 [E]I never knew this place had so much empty [A]space until to[E]night [E]When you walked right out the [B]door [E]And so I walked to our bedside[A] and pulled out that 45 That [E]laid for years be[B]hind our chest of d[E]rawers At first, it looked too worn to play, the label all but washed away Then I made out the name of my old friend Thirty years and a scratch or two, but when the needle hit the groove I knew it was crying time a (allcountrytabs.com)