Turnpike Troubadours – Empty As A Drum (Guitar)

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Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin' politics

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It was time to hit the bricks, it was time for me to go

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And I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair

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Actin' as though I could not care less and hopin' she would show

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Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck

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Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own

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And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall

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Holdin' hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone

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Well I'm gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum

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Well I'm as empty as a drum, I'm as empty as a drum

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Could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum

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But here's to hopin' she'll still come, I'm too old to be this dumb

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Well I'm too old to be this dumb

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Well I tell you there bartender, she's a sight to see

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Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here

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And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight

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And it feels like that kind of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer

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And I'm gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum

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Well I'm as empty as a drum, I'm as empty as a drum

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And could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum

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But here's to hopin' she'll still come, I'm too old to be this dumb

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Well I'm too old to be this dumb

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When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar

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Well I said hey now, here you are, damn it darlin' how are you and you kissed me

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Said I can't say that I'm great, oh Lord, I hate it that I'm late

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Oh, what a mess we got into