Empty As A Drum
Turnpike TroubadoursVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics
It was time to hit the bricks, it was time for me to go
And I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair
Actin as though I could not care less and hopin' she would show
Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall
Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone
Well I'm gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum
Well I'm as empty as a drum, I'm as empty as a drum
Could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum
But here's to hopin' she'll still come, I'm too old to be this dumb, well I'm too old to
be this dumb
Well I tell you that bartender, she's a site to see
Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer
When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great oh lord I hate it that I am late
Oh what a mess we got into
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Readable chord sheet for Empty As A Drum by Turnpike Troubadours
Well [C]two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics
It was [E7]time to hit the bricks, it was [F]time for me to go
And [C]I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair
Actin as [E7]though I could not care less and [F]hopin' she would show
Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall
Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone
Well I'm gonna [C]give it one more [G]minute, give me [F]one more round of rum
Well I'm as [G]empty as a drum, I'm as [F]empty as a drum
[C]Could you spare a c[G]igarette, I[F] hate to be a bum
[G] [F]
But here's to hopin' she'l[C]l still come, I'm too old to be this dumb, well I'm too old to
be this dumb
Well I tell you that bartender, she's a site to see
Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer
When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great oh lord I hate it that I am late
Oh what a mess we got into