Tuning: Standard
[A]Closer to death
Been many [Bm]miles since we last met
[E]Still, it seems like I stood [F#m]still as [D]time passed b[A]y
[A]That year my pride did sting
'Cause for a young [Bm]man, it's a terrible thing
To re[E]alise for the first t[F#m]ime that his [D]mother was ri[A]ght
Oh t[Bm]his old gin s[F#m]ling will keep me [D]satis[A]fied
Ah yeah, the [Bm]cold air won't [F#m]blow and I can c[D]lose my eye[A]s
[A]Ah she came to me
Her eyes full of s[Bm]orrow and empty of sleep
And [E]asked how it seemed [F#m]I'd been do[D]ing alr[A]ight (and I laughed)
[A]It was a trick that she taught me
I drink so that I [Bm]sleep without having dreams
And w[E]hen I wake up in the [F#m]morning, o[D]h it is all I can [A]do to survive
Oh [Bm]this old gin s[F#m]ling keeps me [D]satisf[A]ied
Though it hurts [Bm]me more than I [F#m]know and takes a[D]way my m[A]ind
[F#m]Oh but the closer I get to [D]home, fills me with d[A]read just to k[E]now
I'll be a[F#m]lone with a b[D]ottle on the sh[A]elf
All right...
[A] [Bm] [E] [F#m][D][A]
[A] [Bm] But I p[E]ut it down, [F#m] just as so[D]on as I rea[A]lised
Oh that the h[D]ard times, they do[A]n't get bett[F#m]er
When l[D]ife goes in the s[A]hadows of [F#m]memories
[F#m]The dark times make it [E]hard to remember
All the r[D]easons the g[A]ood times ended
[D]We remain where ot[A]hers ca[F#m]nnot dwell
It's n[D]ot our place to f[A]all where they [F#m]fell
[F#m]Do you really think that makes a[E]nyone happy but yourse[A]lf?
Oh [Bm]this old gin [F#m]sling left me h[D]igh and d[A]ry
So I put it [Bm]back on the s[F#m]helf for a l[D]ittle wh[A]ile
Ah but I s[F#m]till pull it d[D]own every now and ag[A]ain
Not to t[E]oast what's gone b[F#m]efore, but to a[D]ll that r[A]emains, yeah
Oh a[F#m]lways lost in m[D]emory, never to for[A]get
Laying l[E]ow with those g[F#m]hosts is my o[D]nly regre[A]t
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[A]Closer to death
Been many [Bm]miles since we last met
[E]Still, it seems like I stood [F#m]still as [D]time passed b[A]y
[A]That year my pride did sting
'Cause for a young [Bm]man, it's a terrible thing
To re[E]alise for the first t[F#m]ime that his [D]mother was ri[A]ght
Oh t[Bm]his old gin s[F#m]ling will keep me [D]satis[A]fied
Ah yeah, the [Bm]cold air won't [F#m]blow and I can c[D]lose my eye[A]s
[A]Ah she came to me
Her eyes full of s[Bm]orrow and empty of sleep
And [E]asked how it seemed [F#m]I'd been do[D]ing alr[A]ight (and I laughed)
[A]It was a trick that she taught me
I drink so that I [Bm]sleep without having dreams
And w[E]hen I wake up in the [F#m]morning, o[D]h it is all I can [A]do to survive
Oh [Bm]this old gin s[F#m]ling keeps me [D]satisf[A]ied
Though it hurts [Bm]me more than I [F#m]know and takes a[D]way my m[A]ind
[F#m]Oh but the closer I get to [D]home, fills me with d[A]read just to k[E]now
I'll be a[F#m]lone with a b[D]ottle on the sh[A]elf
All right...
[A] [Bm] [E] [F#m][D][A]
[A] [Bm] But I p[E]ut it down, [F#m] just as so[D]on as I rea[A]lised
Oh that the h[D]ard times, they do[A]n't get bett[F#m]er
When l[D]ife goes in the s[A]hadows of [F#m]memories
[F#m]The dark times make it [E]hard to remember
All the r[D]easons the g[A]ood times ended
[D]We remain where ot[A]hers ca[F#m]nnot dwell
It's n[D]ot our place to f[A]all where they [F#m]fell
[F#m]Do you really think that makes a[E]nyone happy but yourse[A]lf?
Oh [Bm]this old gin [F#m]sling left me h[D]igh and d[A]ry
So I put it [Bm]back on the s[F#m]helf for a l[D]ittle wh[A]ile
Ah but I s[F#m]till pull it d[D]own every now and ag[A]ain
Not to t[E]oast what's gone b[F#m]efore, but to a[D]ll that r[A]emains, yeah
Oh a[F#m]lways lost in m[D]emory, never to for[A]get
Laying l[E]ow with those g[F#m]hosts is my o[D]nly regre[A]t
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