Intro: Am G Am C G
                           Am
I'm feeling kind of banged up
                G
Slow out of the bed
     Am                   C                  G
Neon noise and honky-tonk wine ringing in my head
                      Am
Last night I saw your car
                 G
I overheard your name
                   Am                        C                  G
Pulled my hat down low, wouldn't want you to know I was in this shape


Chorus:
          C
Now these old beer bones
                     
Are like a rusty old plow
      G
These cigarette eyes are

'Bout to burn out
            Am                 C
But they're still doing better
               G
Better than my heart
      C
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
    G
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
            Am                 C
But they're still doing better
               G
Better than my heart

                        Am
You filled it with your love
                    G
Then you drained it out
                      Am       C
Sometimes I think you built it up
                 G
Just to break it down
                      Am
Now all that's really left
                G
Is an emptiness inside
                Am                     C
A river running cold, memories growing old
                         G
Dying right there on the vine


Chorus:
          C
Now these old beer bones
                     
Are like a rusty old plow
      G
These cigarette eyes are

'Bout to burn out
            Am                 C
But they're still doing better
               G
Better than my heart
      C
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
    G
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
            Am                 C
But they're still doing better
               G
Better than my heart, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah


Am G Am C G
          Ohhhhhh

Chorus:
          C
Now these old beer bones
                     
Are like a rusty old plow
      G
These cigarette eyes are

'Bout to burn out
            Am                 C
But they're still doing better
               G
Better than my heart
      C
These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile
    G
The soles on my boots have walked their last mile
            Am                 C
But they're still doing better
               G
Better than my heart
              Am                 C
Yeah, they're still doing better
               G      Am
Better than my heart
               G     
Better than my heart