C F C G My half-assed best was all I had for your love, C F C G my maybe-tomorrows for your heart-to-hearts, C F C F my punch-drunk house calls for your candles and wine, G Am G F my brother, my banjo, my never-done-wrong, all you wanted was me by your side. C F C G I tend to get what I want and do as I please, Am F C G Am but you taught me I can't always get away with everything I thought I could and for that I thank you, my love. C F C G You weren't the first to call me an arrogant son-of-a-b**ch, C F C Am G F but only out of your lips could those words pull me out of my head, C F C F and now I spend my days alone and stay up all night G Am G F with a picture of whiskey to my left, a bottle of you to my right. C F C G I tend to get what I want and do as I please, Am F C G Am but you taught me I can't always get away with everything I thought I could and for that I thank you, my love. ...my love