Sitting here wasted and wounded with this old piano.
Bb F
Trying hard to capture the moment, this morning I don´t know.
Am Bb F
´cause a bottle of vodka still lies in my head and some blonde
Bb
gave me nightmares, I think that she´s still in my bed.
Bb C F
As I dream about movies they won´t make of me when I´m dead.
Bb F
With an iron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the morning.
Bb F
While a marching band keeps it´s own beat in my head while we´re talking
Am Bb
about all of the things that I longed to believe, about
F
love, the truth,
Bb
what you mean to me and the truth is…
Bb C F
Baby you´re all that I need.
Chorus:
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Dm C Bb F
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses.
Dm C Bb F
Tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.
Bb F Bb F
I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is.
Dm C Bb F
Lay you down, on a bed of roses.
Verse #2:
I´m so far away, each step that I take´s on my way home.
A king´s ransom in dimes I´d give each night to see through this payphone.
But I´d run out of time or it´s hard to get through till the bird on the wire
flies me back to you. I´ll just close my eyes.
And whisper "baby it probably is true".
Bridge:
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Bb C
The hotel bars hangover whiskey´s gone dry.
F
The bartender´s wig´s crooked, she´s giving me the eye.
Bb Bb C F
might´ve said yes, but I laughed so hard I think I died.
Verse 3:
Now as you close your eyes you know I´ll be thinking about you.
My mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again. Tonight
I won´t be alone, you know that don´t mean I´m not lonely.
I´ve got nothing to prove, for its you I´d die to defend.
