Empty Ray LaMontagne
[Am] [F] [C] [F] [C]
[F]She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, [C]laughing
[F]I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disa[C]sters
[Am]Walk on down the hill
Through the [E]grass grown tall and brown
And still it's [F]hard somehow to let go of my [C]pain
[Am]On past the busted back
Of this [E]old and rusted Cadillac
That [F]sinks into this field collecting[C] rain
[Am]
[F]Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
These cold and damp white mornings I have [C]grown weary
[F]If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one [C]hear me
[Am]Lay your blouse across the chair
Let [E]fall the flowers from your hair
And [F]kiss me with that country mouth so [C]plain
[Am]Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
[E]To me it sounds like they're
[F]applauding us, the quiet love we [C]make
Harmonica
[Am] [F] [C] [F] [C]
[F]Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said do your best and [C]destroy me
[F]See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kind of [C]bore me
[Am]There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a l[E]ot of ways to die
Yes and [F]some already dead who walk beside [C]me
[Am]There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so [E]many people lie
[F]Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires [C]inside me
Harmonica
[Am] [F] [C] [F] [C] [Am]
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