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Empty

Ray Lamontagne
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She  lifts her skirt up to her knees
 Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I  never learned to count my blessings
 I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
Walk  on down the hill
 Through the grass  grown tall and brown
 And still it's hard  somehow to let go of my pain
On  past the busted back
 Of this old  and rusted Cadillac
 That sinks  into this field collecting rain
Will  I always feel this way
So  empty, so estranged
Of  these cutthroat busted sunsets,
 These cold and damp white mornings I have grown  weary
If  through my cracked and dusty dime store lips
 I spoke these words out loud would no one hear  me
Lay  your blouse across the chair
 Let fall  the flowers from your hair
 And kiss  me with that country mouth so plain
Outside  the rain is tapping on the leaves
To  me it sounds like they're
applauding  us, the quiet love we make
Will  I always feel this way
So  empty, so estranged
 Harmonica
Well  I looked my demons in the eyes
 Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy  me
See  I've been to hell and back so many times
 I must admit you kind of bore  me
There's  a lot of things that can kill a man
 There's a lot  of ways to die
 Yes and some  already dead who walk beside you
There's  a lot of things I don't understand
 Why so many  people lie
Well  it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside  you
Will  I always feel this way
So  empty, so estranged
 Harmonica

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Readable chord sheet for Empty by Ray Lamontagne

[Am] [F]  [C]  [F]  [C]

[F]She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, [C]laughing
[F]I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disa[C]sters

[Am]Walk on down the hill
Through the [E]grass grown tall and brown
And still it's [F]hard somehow to let go of my [C]pain
[Am]On past the busted back
Of this [E]old and rusted Cadillac
That [F]sinks into this field collecting [C]rain

[C]Will I alw[G]ays [F]feel [Am]this [E]way
[C]So empt[G]y, [F]so [Am]estra[E]nged [E7]

[Am]

[F]Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
These cold and damp white mornings I have [C]grown weary
[F]If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one [C]hear me

[Am]Lay your blouse across the chair
Let [E]fall the flowers from your hair
And [F]kiss me with that country mouth so [C]plain
[Am]Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
[E]To me it sounds like they're
[F]applauding us, the quiet love we [C]make

[C]Will I alw[G]ays [F]feel [Am]this [E]way
[C]So empt[G]y, [F]so [Am]estra[E]nged [E7]

Harmonica
[Am]   [F]   [C]   [F]   [C]

[F]Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said do your best and [C]destroy me
[F]See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kind of [C]bore me

[Am]There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a l[E]ot of ways to die
Yes and [F]some already dead who walk beside [C]you
[Am]There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so [E]many people lie
[F]Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires [C]inside you

[C]Will I alw[G]ays [F]feel [Am]this [E]way
[C]So empt[G]y, [F]so [Am]estra[E]nged [E7]

Harmonica
[Am]  [F]  [C]  [F]  [C]  [Am]

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