nobodys talkin, the airs filled with time Am and the juke box is broken dont bother with ya dime F C the neons fadin the records theyre all the same C the bottles used to cut deep but theyve lost their edge Am and the skys turning gray my eyes are turnin red F C and my my mind is set on the night i decided to stay C its cold in this house when the weather gets in Am and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin F C and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out C G Am F and the curse of a drunk is he'll go home alone C G Am F meet me outback at five meet you there and get stoned C G Am F and we'll talk about where were from C G Am F and how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunk C G Am F and im floatin into the door C G Am F C Fm im killin myself fightin this civil wa--ar C im chained to the bar its chained to my seat Am and i'd ask her to dance if i could get to my feet F C but my boots are too drunk to try and put on a show C well the world stoped turning i crawled into bed Am and im ashamed of myself pull the covers over my head F C and my stomaches on fire for fear of tomorrow C its cold in this house when the weather gets in Am and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin F C and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out C G Am F and the curse of a drunk is he'll go home alone C G Am F meet me outback at five meet you there and get stoned C G Am F and we'll talk about where were from C G Am F and how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunk C G Am F and im floatin into the door C G Am F C Fm im killin myself fightin this civil wa--ar www.myspace.com/thetakershonkytonk me- oysterboy12ck@yahoo.com yall gimmi hell if you want to