Guilty

[G] [D] [E] [D] [G] [D] [E] [D]

[G]Would it bother you, t[D]o know his hands have been all over [E]me??  [D]yeah

[G]And would it bother you, [D]to know I'll run to him next time you [E]leave?? [D]oh yeah

[Am]When you hit the road n disappear and[D] leave me here

I'm not sure w[Am]hat you're doin' out there or who you're[C] doin' it with

Oh you're probably at some swee[D]t hotel with some groupie whore

But what the hell or may[C]be that's just somethin' I tel[D]l myself

[G]When I run my nails down his back n [D]he kisses me on my neck

He f[C]ills me.. but it [D]kills me

[G]Such a bittersweet passion pain, I [Am]bite my lip not to scream your name

Oh baby, I f[D]eel everything.. but gu[G]ilty

 [D] [E] [D]
[G]Would it bother you, to know h[D]e drinks your Southern Comfort when you're

[E]gone?? oh[D] yeah

[G]And would it bother you, to know h[D]e picks up your guitar n plays your

[E]songs?? oh y[D]es he does

And [D]I wear your favorite shirt to bed, i[C]magine that I'm with you instead,

but you're not here

No you're never here

Oh you're p[C]robably in the back of your bus satisfying your one [D]night lust

[C]or maybe, that's just something I tell myself   [D]

[G]When I run my nails down his back n [D]he kisses me on my neck

He f[C]ills me.. but it k[D]ills me

[G]It's a bittersweet passionate pain, I[Am] bite my lip not to scream your name

Oh baby, I feel [D]everything.. but [G]guilty yeah..[D]...

[G]Would it bother you, t[D]o know he says he's in love with [E]me??           [D]

[G]When I run my nails down his back n [D]he kisses me on my neck

He fi[C]lls me.. but it k[D]ills me

It's a bi[G]ttersweet passion pain, I b[Am]ite my lip not to scream your name

Oh baby, I feel [D]everything.. but[G] guilty .. oh, [D]oh

[G]Would it bother you....