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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 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 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 Chorus Solo Chorus
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
Written by Matt Powell
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