Broken Bottles Sons of Bill
Sons Of Bill - Broken Bottles
[C]She's still on my [G]mind
I got [D]whiskey on my [Em]breath, I'm wasted
[C]Killing myself [G]just to kill some [D]time
And I'm [C]so sick of it a[G]ll
I been [D]staring at the ceiling gett[Em]ing to feeling
Like [C]smashing my radio[G] up against the [D]wall
[C]Don't want to hear another [D]love [G]song
T[C]he voices in my head are si[D]nging al[Em]ong
[C]Telling me to be the n[D]ext ex-[G]lover to
[C]die in a [G]gutter al[D]one
[C]I'm just so damn [D]sick of it [G]all
[C]Love letters and a[D]lcoh[Em]ol[C]
[G]Broken [G/F#]bottles and [Em]pain
Here it [D]goes ag[C]ain
She turned this heart of steel to rust
In this world that's turning its still burning
for something in this world that don't turn to dust
And, girl, I've got only you to thank
Hank Williams might have been a love-sick drinker
but being a love-sick drunk don't make you Hank
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(guitar solo)
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