Trace Adkins – Empty Chair (Guitar)

         C
We commandeer a corner table

                  Am
At our small-town diner

             Dm7
Just five or six old men

Dm7
Throwin' out corny ol' one-liners

     C
They pat the heads of children

     Am
Give friendly nods to strangers

     Dm7
They sure seem quick to laugh

                                D
Makes you think they're slow to anger

      F
Those guys were front-line brothers

F
Their lives depended on each other

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They were soldiers long before they were men

          F
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived

F
Came home, went on to build their lives

      Am
Never chargin' us a penny

G         C
  For the debt we owe to them

            Em
But you can almost smell the gun smoke

        F
And the foxholes that they shared

       Em
On the days they raise their coffees

    F
And toast the empty chair

        C
They'll ask you where you're from

         Am7
What you do, what you've done

             Dm7
But don't go thinkin' they're all talk

 Dm7
'Cause you wouldn't wanna piss them off

      F
Those guys were front-line brothers

F
Their lives depended on each other

          Am                   G         C
They were soldiers long before they were men

          F
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived

F
Came home, went on to build their lives

      Am
Never chargin' us a penny

G         C
  For the debt we owe to them

            Em
But you can almost smell the gun smoke

        F
And the foxholes that they shared

       Em
On the days they raise their coffees

    F
And toast the empty chair

        G           C               F
They'll tell you anything you wanna know

    G                 C                 F
But there's one place   they just won't go

       Am7              G        F
'Cause they don't wanna ruin our dreams

             C                    Dm7
By tellin' us  the things they've seen

      F
Those guys were front-line brothers

F
Their lives depended on each other

          Am                   G         C
They were soldiers long before they were men

          F
Yeah, the ones that somehow survived

F
Came home, went on to build their lives

      Am
Never chargin' us a penny

G         C
  For the debt we owe to them

            Em
But you can almost smell the gun smoke

        F
And the foxholes that they shared

       Em
On the days they raise their coffees

    F                     G
And toast the empty chair

                         Dm7
To the brother who ain't there

Dm7
We salute you