love like this
by : drive – by truckers
capo ii ( 2 )
intro : ( C G C x1 )
C ( hammer – ons w/ middle finger )
G ( hammer – ons w/ pointer finger & walk up )
C ( walk down to verse G )
verse :
G F G
coming home with a bottle , trying not to break the seal .
G F C
this friday evening traffic’s about enough to break a man’s will .
F C Am
and i can’t wait to see you and see how your week has gone ,
D G
and tear into old no . 7 and make love till dawn .
verse :
but your mama she’ll be calling , if she ain’t knocking on the door .
and it won’t take me long to remember what i brought that bottle home for .
and we’ll all get to fighting , just like we always do . and by saturday morning ,
i’ll be singing these blues .
chorus :
F G
last night i slept with my boots on again ,
C Am
one cut on my forehead and one my chin ,
F G C
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with .
F G
you got me real good , girl , and i must admit ,
C Am
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish .
F G C
and it’s a shame to know most folks don’t ever know love like this .
verse :
come monday morning , i’ll be sore to a fare – thee – well .
cussin’ god and america , wishing them both just to send me off to hell .
but the boss man don’t want no excuses when it comes time to get on the clock .
and without that paycheck , i’d lose the rest of what sweet love i got .
chorus :
F G
last night i slept with my boots on again ,
C Am
one cut on my forehead and one my chin ,
F G C
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with .
F G
you got me real good , girl , and i must admit ,
C Am
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish .
F G C
and it’s a shame to know most folks don’t ever know love like this .
love like this
by : drive – by truckers
capo ii ( 2 )
intro : ( C G C x1 )
C ( hammer – ons w/ middle finger )
G ( hammer – ons w/ pointer finger & walk up )
C ( walk down to verse G )
verse :
G F G
coming home with a bottle , trying not to break the seal .
G F C
this friday evening traffic’s about enough to break a man’s will .
F C Am
and i can’t wait to see you and see how your week has gone ,
D G
and tear into old no . 7 and make love till dawn .
verse :
but your mama she’ll be calling , if she ain’t knocking on the door .
and it won’t take me long to remember what i brought that bottle home for .
and we’ll all get to fighting , just like we always do . and by saturday morning ,
i’ll be singing these blues .
chorus :
F G
last night i slept with my boots on again ,
C Am
one cut on my forehead and one my chin ,
F G C
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with .
F G
you got me real good , girl , and i must admit ,
C Am
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish .
F G C
and it’s a shame to know most folks don’t ever know love like this .
verse :
come monday morning , i’ll be sore to a fare – thee – well .
cussin’ god and america , wishing them both just to send me off to hell .
but the boss man don’t want no excuses when it comes time to get on the clock .
and without that paycheck , i’d lose the rest of what sweet love i got .
chorus :
F G
last night i slept with my boots on again ,
C Am
one cut on my forehead and one my chin ,
F G C
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with .
F G
you got me real good , girl , and i must admit ,
C Am
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish .
F G C
and it’s a shame to know most folks don’t ever know love like this .
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