INTRO: C


Woke up scared in the middle of the night
   G
He reached for the bottle and turned on the light
Am                                        C
Looked at the clock, "This can't be right

I'm not dreaming"



Turned on the TV and the radio
G
Elvis rocked and Elvis rolled
      Am
While Jesus on his radio show
       C
Said, "Pack your bags, we're leaving"


CHORUS:
Am                          C          F
There's a line I've crossed somewhere
                           Am
I left the best of me back there
                         C     F
Never thought I'd end up here
                               Am
Guess all the best things disappear


C
Whiskey is his water and it's made in hell
         G
From the bottom of his barrel to the bottom of his well
Am                                      C
Nothing in this room but an empty shell

He's not dreaming

 

A drunkard's regrets are a dime a dozen
  G
A thousand cures and a thousand poisons
Am                                       C
Even Elvis couldn't find one good reason

To keep believing


CHORUS:
Am                          C          F
There's a line I've crossed somewhere
                           Am
I left the best of me back there
                           C     F
I never thought I'd end up here
                               Am    
Guess all the best things disappear


INSTRUMENTAL: G   Am   (4x)


C
Guess she thought she had nothing to lose
         G
When she told him he had to choose
Am                             C
Nice idea, but they both knew

That she'd be leaving



Well, Jesus said, "Seek and you shall find"
G
He doesn't think it's true this time
Am
Some things you look for, you never find
    C
Like one good reason


CHORUS:
Am                          C          F
There's a line I've crossed somewhere
                           Am
I left the best of me back there
                         C     F
Never thought I'd end up here
                               Am
Guess all the best things disappear 
                         C     F
Never thought I'd end up here
                               Am
Guess all the best things disappear