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nd Intro C Cmaj7 D 2x G Reservations for one tonight Em I'll be eating by myself again C At that quiet little corner spot D Where we used to hang with all our friends G And I'll ease down to the local pub Em Climb up on the tallest stool C Holding court with my common sense D Outwitting all these common fools C I've got good taste for blended whiskey G I can see my way around this bar D I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox Am7 D And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar C D Em I can't read your mind C D G Baby I can sense this much Am7 When it comes to your love D C Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 D I feel like I'm losing my touch Verse 2 You're not buying this anymore My lies have come up short again You haven't said it's over yet Oh but I can feel a bitter wind And after giving me your better years And hoping for the very best Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest Chorus D Am7 When it comes to your love D C Cmaj7 D C Cmaj7 D G I feel like I'm losing my touch
C I've got good taste for blended whiskey G I can see my way around this bar D I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox Am7 D And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar C D Em I can't read your mind C D G Baby I can sense this much Am7 When it comes to your love D C Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 D I feel like I'm losing my touch
Written by Scotty Emerick/Toby Keith
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