G
You ask me if I’m happy now
D7
That’s good as any joke I’ve heard
It seems that since I’ve seen you last
G
I done forgot the meaning of the words
If happiness is empty rooms and drinking in the afternoon
C
Well I suppose I’m happy as a clown
D7
But if it’s got a thing to do with smiling or forgetting you
G
Well I don’t guess that I can say I am
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
D7
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
G
He’s been putting in his shoes to keep the ground from coming
through
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
C
Because he’s never seen a single dream come true
D7
Well that’s the way that I’ve been feeling
Since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
G
Learning how to live with losing you
You wonder if I’m better off with freedom
D7
Now to do the things I choose
Well all my times my own and I got nothing left
G
But sleeping time to lose
There’s no one here to carry on if I stay out the whole night long
C
Or give a tinkers damn if I don’t call
D7
I’m living like I wanted to and doing things I wanna do
G
And nothing seems to mean a thing at all
Repeat #3,4
D7 G
From the bottle to the bottom losing you
You ask me if I’m happy now
D7
That’s good as any joke I’ve heard
It seems that since I’ve seen you last
G
I done forgot the meaning of the words
If happiness is empty rooms and drinking in the afternoon
C
Well I suppose I’m happy as a clown
D7
But if it’s got a thing to do with smiling or forgetting you
G
Well I don’t guess that I can say I am
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
D7
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
G
He’s been putting in his shoes to keep the ground from coming
through
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
C
Because he’s never seen a single dream come true
D7
Well that’s the way that I’ve been feeling
Since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
G
Learning how to live with losing you
You wonder if I’m better off with freedom
D7
Now to do the things I choose
Well all my times my own and I got nothing left
G
But sleeping time to lose
There’s no one here to carry on if I stay out the whole night long
C
Or give a tinkers damn if I don’t call
D7
I’m living like I wanted to and doing things I wanna do
G
And nothing seems to mean a thing at all
Repeat #3,4
D7 G
From the bottle to the bottom losing you
