The Smell Of Her Hair

Capo 1

    E
I?m sorry momma, I?m gonna die
A                E       A             E
Just like my old man, as lonesome as I can
    A                                                E
And angry at the world for the damage done by my old man
            B                                      E
I hope your heaven holds a place for such a bitter man

I?m sorry momma, I don?t know how
She slipped right thru my hands, I should have learned to dance
I know she was your favorite and believe you me, I understand
I hope your heaven holds a place for someone that always blows a seconf chance



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    C#m                      A
I'm dying, I?m dyin from the memories
        C#m          A
And the wine it just ain't as sweet
       C#m                                    A
As the shoals of Carolina and the waters that set me free
        C#m              B             E
And the smell of her hair hanging over me
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I?m sorry momma, I don?t come home
There?s nothing there for me, there?s nothing up my sleeve
It?s just that I?m just stuck in the middle of something that I can?t leave
I hope your heaven holds a place for me cause I do believe, MM, yes I believe, I believe

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