Empty Tabulatur von Ray Lamontagne

Intro Bm, G, D G D Bm

G
She lifts her skirt up to her knees 
G                     D
Walks through the garden of roses with her bare feet laughing 
G
I never learned to count my blessings 
G        D
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
Bm
I walk on the down the hill 
        F#m
Through grass grown tall and brown 
G            D
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain 
Bm  F#
On past the busted bags and that old and rusted Cadillac 
G             D
That sinks into this field collecting rain 
DAGBmF#
Will I always feel this way? 
DAGBmF#
So empty, so estranged

Bm

G
And of these cut through busted sunsets 
GD
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary 
G
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips 
D
I spoke these words out loud would no one to hear me?
Bm
Lay your blouse across the chair 
F#
Let fall the flowers from your hair 
GD
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain 
BmF#
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves 

To me its sounds like they're 
GD
Applauding us the sweet love we made 
DAGBmF#
Will I always fell this way? 
DAGBmF#
So empty so strange 

Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda 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 me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way?
So empty so estranged?