Gary Allan – Sand In My Soul (Guitar)

Dm
Floatin' away like a bottle in the water

C
Sun down here just feels a little hotter

Dm                                           C
Burnin' away today 'cause I ain't got her no more, no more

Dm
Somethin' kinda dark about stone white beaches

C
Nobody here practice what they preachin'

Dm                                 C
Truth is, the truth ain't what I'm reachin' for

F                                       C
In the distance I hear tequila talk and college chicks in the parking lot

      Gm                            A
While I just lay here starin' up at God

                Dm               A
With sand in my soul, beer in my veins

                C             G
Lettin' my hair grow, in room 108

             Dm                      A
Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try

                C                     G
'Cause I'm on a roll, fillin' up this hole

                Dm      C
With sand in my soul

Dm
Headphone shades never gettin' rattled

C
Spend all day just building you a castle

Dm                                        C
It's okay if you're back in the saddle at home, back home

Dm
I hate to say I'm glad you broke my heart

      C
And I hate to say it isn't tearin' me apart

      Gm                            A
But I love the way this tiki bar is somehow never closed

           Dm               A
Sand in my soul, beer in my veins

                C             G
Lettin' my hair grow, in room 108

             Dm                      A
Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try

                C                     G
'Cause I'm on a roll, fillin' up this hole

                Dm
With sand in my soul

[Bridge]
Dm                   A                    C                    G
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Dm                   A                    C                    G 
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

       Dm                               C 
In the distance I hear tequila talk and college chicks in the parking lot

      F                             A
While I just lay here starin' up at God

           Dm               A 
Sand in my soul, beer in my veins

                C                G
Lettin' my hair grow, down to my waist

             Dm                 A
Gettin' over you, I ain't gonna try

                C                     G
'Cause I'm on a roll, fillin' up this hole

           Dm    C             Dm     C    Dm
sand in my soul,    sand in my soul