Em _ _ _ _
C _ _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _ _
C _ _ _ .
Em I stood there in the middle of the church of the broken
C people _ _ .
Em listening to the walking wounded tell their
C stories _ .
Em My turn came, I told them my name, I
C said this ain't my first time.
G Then a man started talking how the devil and the bottle
D was ruining my life.
With
C last night on my breath, I stood up and said.
It ain't
G the whiskey, _ it ain't
D the cigarettes, it ain't
Em the stuff I smoke.
It's all
C these things I can't forget, it ain't
G the hard times, it ain't
D the all nights.
It ain't
Em that easy, _ it ain't
C the whiskey _ that's killing
Em _ _ me.
C So _ _
Em what do you got for this empty spot
C inside of me _ .
Em The deep dark hole where love used to
C be _ .
Em Of course you ripped it out and ran into
C the arms of someone else.
You
G all sit in this room and you talk like you got some
D kind of remedy.
Well I
C hear what you're telling me, but I've got all the proof I need.
It ain't
G the whiskey, _ it ain't
D the cigarettes, it ain't
Em the stuff I smoke.
It's all
C these things I can't forget, it ain't
G the hard times, it ain't
D the all nights.
It ain't
Em that easy, it ain't
C the whiskey _ that's killing
Em me.
_
E C I've _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _ _
C _
G _
D _ .
done everything
Am to drown this hurt inside.
But I
C can't wash you off of my mind.
It
G ain't the whiskey, _ it ain't
D the cigarettes, it ain't
Em the stuff I smoke.
It's all
C these things I can't forget, it ain't
G the hard times, it
D ain't the all nights.
It ain't
Em that easy, it
C ain't the whiskey that's killing
Em _ _ me.
C _ _ .
_ _
Em _ _ _ _
C _ _ .
It
E ain't the whiskey _ _
C _ _ .
that's
Em killing me.
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C _ _ _
D _ _ _ _ _
Em _ .
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D _ _ _ _ _
G _ .
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A _ _ _ _ _ .
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Em _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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