Ray LaMontagne – Empty (Ukulele)

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She lifts her skirt up to her knees

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Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing

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I never learned to count my blessings

                                    C
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

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Walk on down the hill

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Through the grass grown tall and brown

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And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain

Am
On past the busted back

        E
Of this old and rusted Cadillac

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That sinks into this field collecting rain

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Will I always feel this way

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So empty, so estranged

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Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,

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These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary

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If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips

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I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

Am
Lay your blouse across the chair

    E
Let fall the flowers from your hair

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And kiss me with that country mouth so plain

Am
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves

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To me it sounds like they're 

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applauding us, the quiet love we make

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Will I always feel this way

C      G  F  Am   E    E7
So empty, so estranged

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Well I looked my demons in the eyes

                                         C
Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me

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See I've been to hell and back so many times

                         C
I must admit you kind of bore me

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There's a lot of things that can kill a man

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There's a lot of ways to die

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Yes and some already dead who walk beside you

Am
There's a lot of things I don't understand

       E
Why so many people lie

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Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

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Will I always feel this way

C      G  F  Am   E    E7
So empty, so estranged