Happiness Alone Clint Black
INTRO: E B7 E B7
I [E]think I'll go back down to [A]New Orleans, try to [E]bury[-] my [B]travellin' [A]bone
Unpre[E]dictable me like I [A]swore I would be, [B7]nothing's ever written in [B7]stone.
There's a [E]knock on her door, is she [A]here anymore?
I guess [E]me an[-]d the [B]neighbors will [A]see.
If the [E]one thing that I couldn't [A]do without her
[A]She co[-]uldn't [B7]do without [E]me.
CHORUS: A A
Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind,
While the [E]good times continue to [E]roll.
With this [A]time on my hands, I could [D]change all my plans
And it [B7]really wouldn't bother a [B7]soul
I could [E]make all the rounds, [E]paint all the towns
Do [A]all that and more on my [A]own,
But a [E]man can't survive on [B7]Happiness A[E]lone.
Take a good look around, this is New Orleans
A free wheeler's got to feel right at home
But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep
That old river's gonna keep moving on
Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pulling me under
When you're in it nothing ever seems clear
I could stand on the bank, just toss in my line
But there's way too many fish around here
Could I leave 'em behind for the one the line
Are the good times still gonna roll?
With this time on my hands, I could change all my plans
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
I could make all the rounds, paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own,
But a man can't survive on Happiness Alone.
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