E A There's an evening dress in the closet, with a red wine stain on the sleeve. E A You're pillows still on the bed where we used to sleep. E A And in the dresser drawer there's a couple more things that smell like her perfume. C#m B A But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you. C#m A E B And all I got is a big broken heart and memories I can't drank away. C#m A E B Just because the man I was wasn't enough to make you stay. C#m A C#m The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there A ain't much left of loving you. E A E The flowers that you planted, on either side of the steps out front, before A they bloom I think I might dig 'em up. E A That old porch swing, those songs you sang and the cold and bitter truth. C#m B A But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you. C#m A E B And all I got is a big broken heart and memories I can't drank away. C#m A E B Just because the man I was wasn't enough to make you stay. C#m A C#m The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there A ain't much left of loving you. C#m A C#m The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there A ain't much left... C#m A C#m The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there A ain't much left of loving you.