Misc Originals – Brett Morris - Silver Dollar Nipples (Guitar)

G
 She walked in the diner like a country song,

 C G
 Boots too high, and her jeans too long.

 D
 Coffee in her hand, smile on her lip,

 C G
 Ain’t never seen a waitress quite like this.

G
 Silver dollar nipples, Lord, I’m losin’ my mind,

 C G
 They’re shinin’ through that T-shirt like a neon sign.

 D
 She said, “Honey, you want cream?” — I said, “Yes ma’am, twice,”

 C G
 Silver dollar nipples… and a slice of pie.

G
 Now I ain’t no sinner, I just appreciate art,

 C G
 And beauty like that can stop a man’s heart.

 D
 She winked when she poured, said, “That’ll be five.”

 C G
 I gave her a twenty — just glad to be alive.

G
 Silver dollar nipples, bless my soul,

 C G
 They made a holy man lose control.

 D
 I don’t need whiskey, I don’t need wine,

 C G
 Just coffee and them silver dollar signs.

Em C
 Some folks pray for heaven above,

 G D
 I just thank the Lord for diner love.

 Em C
 She don’t know the power she’s packin’ there,

 G D
 A man could see God in a double-dare stare.

G
 I come back every mornin’, sit in my booth,

 C G
 Tryin’ to act casual, tellin’ the truth.

 D
 But when she leans in and fills my cup,

 C G
 That silver dollar moon just rises up.

G
 Silver dollar nipples, I’ll never complain,

 C G
 They turn the darkest mornin’ into sweet champagne.

 D
 I may die broke, but I’ll die with a grin,

 C G
 Silver dollar nipples — amen, amen.