Aint Much Left Of Lovin You
Randy MontanaVersion1
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There's an evening dress in the closet, with a red wine stain on the sleeve.
You're pillows still on the bed where we used to sleep.
And in the dresser drawer there's a couple more things that smell like her perfume.
But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you.
And all I got is a big broken heart and memories I can't drank away.
Just because the man I was wasn't enough to make you stay.
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there
ain't much left of loving you.
The flowers that you planted, on either side of the steps out front, before
they bloom I think I might dig 'em up.
That old porch swing, those songs you sang and the cold and bitter truth.
But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you.
And all I got is a big broken heart and memories I can't drank away.
Just because the man I was wasn't enough to make you stay.
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there
ain't much left of loving you.
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there
ain't much left...
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there
ain't much left of loving you.
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Readable chord sheet for Aint Much Left Of Lovin You by Randy Montana
There's an ev[E]ening dress in the closet, with a re[A]d wine stain on the sleeve. [E]You're pillows still on the bed where we used t[A]o sleep. And in the dresser dr[E]awer there's a couple more things that smell like h[A]er perfume. But other than [C#m]that, there ain'[B]t much left of lovin' [A]you. And[C#m] all I got is a big b[A]roken heart and m[E]emories I can't dr[B]ank away. Jus[C#m]t because the man I w[A]as wasn't enough [E]to make you stay. [B] The heaven we[C#m] had, the hell that I'm goin[A]g through, other tha[C#m]n that, there ain't much left of [A]loving you. The [E]flowers that you planted, on[A] either side of the steps out fr[E]ont, before they bloom I think I might[A] dig 'em up. That old p[E]orch swing, those songs you sang and[A] the cold and bitter truth. But other than [C#m]that, there ain'[B]t much left of[A] lovin' you. And[C#m] all I got is a big b[A]roken heart and m[E]emories I can't dr[B]ank away. Jus[C#m]t because the man I w[A]as wasn't enough [E]to make you stay. [B] The heaven w[C#m]e had, the hell that I'm goin[A]g through, other tha[C#m]n that, there ain't much left of[A] loving you. The heaven w[C#m]e had, the hell that I'm goin[A]g through, other tha[C#m]n that, there ain't much[A] left... The heaven w[C#m]e had, the hell that I'm goin[A]g through, other tha[C#m]n that, there ain't much left of [A]loving you.