Misc Originals – Chris Cole - Busch Lite Briars (Guitar)

Am  F  C  G
(Play softly, letting each chord ring.)

Am                     F
Barefoot in the bramble, a child in the weeds,

C                            G
Chasing after shadows and half-faded dreams.

Am                        F
The sting of the thorns, the pull of the vine,

C                                  G
But nothing cut deeper than the hands that weren’t mine.

F                     C
Oh, Busch Lite and briars, tearing my skin,

G                             Am
A field full of promises you’d never mend.

F                            C
Empty cans in the moonlight, ghosts in the trees,

G                          Am
The hurt wrapped around me tighter than leaves.

Am                           F
I’d call for you softly, but silence would stay,

C                              G
Your heart was too distant, too lost in the haze.

Am                              F
The cold of the tin, the weight in your hand,

C                           G
Left me wandering forests I couldn’t understand.

F                     C
Oh, Busch Lite and briars, tearing my skin,

G                             Am
A field full of promises you’d never mend.

F                            C
Empty cans in the moonlight, ghosts in the trees,

G                          Am
The hurt wrapped around me tighter than leaves.

F                            G
Now the briars grow thicker, they twist and they hold,

C                              Am
Like the roots of a story too bitter to be told.

F                              G
Every thorn is a whisper, every scratch is your name,

C                              Am
But the scars on my heart bleed the loudest refrain.

F                     C
Oh, Busch Lite and briars, tearing my skin,

G                             Am
A field full of promises you’d never mend.

F                            C
Empty cans in the moonlight, ghosts in the trees,

G                          Am
The hurt wrapped around me tighter than leaves.

Am                        F
Now I walk through the briars, my feet know the path,

C                               G
Each step a reminder of the life that we had.

Am                           F
The sting of the thorns, the pull of the vine,

C                           G                Am
But I’ll carry this burden-it’s forever mine.