Empty | Ray LaMontagne | Lyrics ☾☀ Chords
Tempo:
81.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bm]
[G] [C#] [G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[D] [Bm]
She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
[Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go of [D] my pain.
[A] [Bm] On past I busted back on [F#] that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
Of these [G] cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings [D] I have grown weary.
If through my [G] cracked and dusted dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me.
Lay [Bm] your vows across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your hair [G] and kiss me with that
country mouth [D] so plain.
[Em] [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves, to me it sounds like they're [G] affording us
the quiet love [D] we've made.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so
[D] [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[Bm]
Well I [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your best [D] to destroy me.
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you're [D] kind of bore.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's sin [G] some already did that walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, why [F#] so many people lie.
It's the [G] hurt I have that fuels the fire [D] inside me.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so
[D] [A] empty, [G] [Bm] so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
[G] [C#] [G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[D] [Bm]
She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
[Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go of [D] my pain.
[A] [Bm] On past I busted back on [F#] that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
Of these [G] cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings [D] I have grown weary.
If through my [G] cracked and dusted dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me.
Lay [Bm] your vows across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your hair [G] and kiss me with that
country mouth [D] so plain.
[Em] [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves, to me it sounds like they're [G] affording us
the quiet love [D] we've made.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so
[D] [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[Bm]
Well I [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your best [D] to destroy me.
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you're [D] kind of bore.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's sin [G] some already did that walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, why [F#] so many people lie.
It's the [G] hurt I have that fuels the fire [D] inside me.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so
[D] [A] empty, [G] [Bm] so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
Key:
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D
Bm
F#
A
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D
Bm
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_ [D] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go of [D] my pain.
[A] _ [Bm] On past I busted back on [F#] that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of these [G] cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings [D] I have grown weary. _ _ _
If through my [G] cracked and dusted dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me. _ _ _
Lay [Bm] your vows across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your hair [G] and kiss me with that
country mouth [D] so plain.
_ [Em] [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves, to me it sounds like they're [G] affording us
the quiet love [D] we've made.
Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] _ [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well I [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your best [D] to destroy me. _ _ _
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you're [D] kind of bore. _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's sin [G] some already did that walk [D] beside me.
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, why [F#] so many people lie.
It's the [G] hurt I have that fuels the fire [D] inside me.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] empty, [G] _ [Bm] so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go of [D] my pain.
[A] _ [Bm] On past I busted back on [F#] that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of these [G] cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings [D] I have grown weary. _ _ _
If through my [G] cracked and dusted dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me. _ _ _
Lay [Bm] your vows across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your hair [G] and kiss me with that
country mouth [D] so plain.
_ [Em] [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves, to me it sounds like they're [G] affording us
the quiet love [D] we've made.
Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] _ [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well I [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your best [D] to destroy me. _ _ _
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you're [D] kind of bore. _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's sin [G] some already did that walk [D] beside me.
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, why [F#] so many people lie.
It's the [G] hurt I have that fuels the fire [D] inside me.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] empty, [G] _ [Bm] so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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