by Clint Black
| Intro |
| D | G |
| You were the | first thing that I thought of |
| C | |
| when I thought I drank you off my | mind. |
| G | |
| When I get lost in the | liquor |
| D | |
| you're the only one I | find. |
| G | |
| If I | did the things I oughta |
| C | |
| you still would not be | mine |
| G | |
| So I keep a tight grip on the | bottle |
| D | G | |
| gettin' | loose and killin' | time. |
|
| Turnaround |
| G |
| I don't know nothin' 'bout tommorow, |
| C | |
| I've been lost in yester | day. |
| G | |
| I spent all my life just | dying for |
| D | |
| a love that passed a | way. |
| G | |
| There's an | end to all my sorrow, |
| C | |
| this is the only price I'll | pay. |
| G | |
| I'll be a happy man when | I go, |
| D | G | |
| and I can’t | wait another | day. |
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| Outro |
| F | C | G | |
| Yes, I just might | find I'll be killin' | time for eterni | ty. |