C When my down gets toughAm I find a way to copeF Drag myself right back upG From the end of my ropeAm F I pour a strong one straight and meanC G C Swallow hard and let it do its thingAm My don't give a damn takes overF She's not so right I'm not so wrongAm F I get less sober, she gets less goneAm G F And all the broken pieces of our pastC G C Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass[Verse 2] All the lines I crossedAm Just gradually blurF And it ain't all my faultG For losing herAm F And what was heaven starts to fadeC G C And I'm better off anyway [Chorus]Am My don't give a damn takes overF She's not so right I'm not so wrongAm F I get less sober, she gets less goneAm G F And all the broken pieces of our pastC G C Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glassAm F Ain't it funny how that half empty bottleAm F G Starts to look half full when your looking up from the bottomAm G F And all the broken pieces of the pastC G Am Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glassF G C Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass
Diamonds In A Whiskey Glass
Gord Bamford
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