Toby Keith – Losing My Touch (Guitar)

G
Reservations for one tonight

Em
I'll be eating by myself again

C
At that quiet little corner spot

D
Where we used to hang with all our friends

G
And I'll ease down to the local pub

Em
Climb up on the tallest stool

C
Holding court with my common sense

D
Outwitting all these common fools

C
I've got good taste for blended whiskey

G
I can see my way around this bar

D
I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox

Am7                                  D
And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar

                  C  D Em
I can't read your mind

C          D          G
Baby I can sense this much

                      Am7
When it comes to your love

  D                       C      Cmaj7     C  Cmaj7   D
I feel like I'm losing my touch

G
You're not buying this anymore

Em
My lies have come up short again

C
You haven't said it's over yet

D
Oh but I can feel a bitter wind

G
And after giving me your better years

Em
And hoping for the very best

C                             
Closing time is drawing near 

D
As I sit alone with all the rest

D                      Am7
When it comes to your love

D                         C     Cmaj7    
I feel like I'm losing my touch