11 Months
By Austin Collins
12/12/2008
Texas Country/Red Dirt artists that are great to listen to but hard to find!
[Em7] [D] [Cadd9] [Em7] [D] [Cadd9]
Take me [Am]back and put me [Em]in the throes
Of your [Am]hardwood nights and your [Em]dirty clothes
Under the [Am]eaves of your cocaine [Em]episodes
I [G]watched it all burn [D]down
At the end of the hall on the second floor
Got your glass in my eye just to be ignored
As I stared through the holes in your broken door
Let's try it one more time
Chorus:
[F]11 months and still no [C]peace
[C]11 months there's no [G]relief
[G]It's too late for what yo[D]u wanted
[F]11 months for you to [C]grieve
[C]11 months is your re[G]prieve
[G]It's not enough to turn arou[Am]nd
Dressed to kill that's the only innocent
Way to cope with the pain as the fear ferments
Under the guise of your last heard argument
You'd do anything for him
Feed the roots of your love and his alibis
After the chains we played in your suicide
Feeling guilt is a half-bred battle cry
But that's close enough for you
Chorus
I see for miles from the top of your steady course
Holding out for the peace using lethal force
Sitting in, spitting out what you can't afford
We won't try this again
By Austin Collins
12/12/2008
Texas Country/Red Dirt artists that are great to listen to but hard to find!
[Em7] [D] [Cadd9] [Em7] [D] [Cadd9]
Take me [Am]back and put me [Em]in the throes
Of your [Am]hardwood nights and your [Em]dirty clothes
Under the [Am]eaves of your cocaine [Em]episodes
I [G]watched it all burn [D]down
At the end of the hall on the second floor
Got your glass in my eye just to be ignored
As I stared through the holes in your broken door
Let's try it one more time
Chorus:
[F]11 months and still no [C]peace
[C]11 months there's no [G]relief
[G]It's too late for what yo[D]u wanted
[F]11 months for you to [C]grieve
[C]11 months is your re[G]prieve
[G]It's not enough to turn arou[Am]nd
Dressed to kill that's the only innocent
Way to cope with the pain as the fear ferments
Under the guise of your last heard argument
You'd do anything for him
Feed the roots of your love and his alibis
After the chains we played in your suicide
Feeling guilt is a half-bred battle cry
But that's close enough for you
Chorus
I see for miles from the top of your steady course
Holding out for the peace using lethal force
Sitting in, spitting out what you can't afford
We won't try this again
