F Bb Went to see her just this morningF Bb To see how the child might beF Bb She sat there smokin' all my ciggarettsF Bb At a table set for threeC I could have criedBb I could have cried when she said... (Chorus)F Gm I don't love you anymoreBb I was slade and shown the doorF Ain't no room here anymoreF Gm Please don't look to me for helpBb All the pain is with yourselfF All the blame is with yourselfF Bb So I went to see my friendsF Bb I tried to turn to them for helpF Bb And all that any of them saidF Bb You gotta look out for yourselfC I could have criedBb I could have cried and, she said... (Chorus) (Solo) (Chorus)
I Don't Love You Anymore
The Quireboys
- Bb
- C
- F
- Gm
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Tom:
- Bb
- C
- F
- Gm