Misc Originals – Ben Puttmann - Sorry Willie I Dont Smoke (Guitar)

G                                        C
It’s been three weeks of Dallas football since you’ve left

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I’ve been telling myself what I can, to accept

C
The cold hard truth you might be gone

G
This one’s different, I hope I’m wrong

G                                        D
But these crazy lies keep swirlin’ in my head, like…

C
I hope the sun don’t shine today

G
And a million other things I’d never say

G
Like I don’t love you

G                     D
And I don’t miss your smile

C
Your sky blue eyes don’t cross my mind

G
And the ring you left behind a sign,

G
That your hands were full

G                      D
as you walked out that door

C
I’ll just keep lying to myself

C
and hope I’m never in on my own joke

D
like telling Cash I don’t like his song

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or sorry Willie, I don’t smoke.

G                             C
I’m just about ready, to move on

G                                    D
And find a girl like you, I won’t do wrong

C
The days are long but the nights are longer

G
Some time is passed and I’m getting stronger

G
I’m gonna treat her right this time

         D
And tell myself a few more lines, like…

C
I never want to hunt again

G
With my old bird dog who lived to ten

G
Whose up there now chasing Heaven’s

G           D
New crop of roosters

C
Hearing you laugh in my mind

G
Doesn’t make me crazy every time

G
I close my eyes and think about that night

D
in Reno

C
I’ll just keep lying to myself

C
and hope I’m never in on my own joke

D
like telling Cash I don’t like his song

D                        G
or sorry Willie, I don’t smoke.

G
Mr. Bartender, I think I’ll pass

G
I’d rather have water in this glass

G
Cuz that whiskey already got me

     D
over her

C
I hope the sun don’t shine today

G
And a million other things I’d never say

G
Like I don’t love you

G                     D
And I don’t miss your smile

C
Your sky blue eyes don’t cross my mind

G
And the ring you left behind a sign,

G
That your hands were full

G                      D
as you walked out that door

C
I’ll just keep lying to myself

C
and hope I’m never in on my own joke

D
like telling Cash I don’t like his song

D                        G
or sorry Willie, I don’t smoke.