INTRO: F C G C G C X 2
F C G C G C
HAD NO PLANS ITS A WORRIED MAN STANDING IN A DARK ROOM
F C G C G C
WITH TIED UP HANDS, HE'S RUNNIN FROM THE SAME THINGS THAT HE USED TO
F C G C G C
ANOTHER CIRCUMSTANCE, HOPIN SOMEHOW HE CAN CHANGE THE PAST
F C F-C-G X 4
WHEN HE TRIES TO HIDE HIMSELF FROM REALITY, STARIN AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GLASS
SOLO: F C G C G C X 2
WHEN THOSE HARD TIMES COME AROUND AND YOU CAN BARELY SEEM TO FIND YOUR WAY
YEAH AND THE BRIDGES BURNED BY YOURSELF NEVER SEEM TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY
FROM THAT BURN OF THAT WHISKEY YOU TRY TO HIDE YOUR PAIN
CAUSE WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND YOU CANT FALL ANY HARDER
YOUR JUST SO FAR FROM EVERYTHING
SOLO
HAD NO PLANS A WORRIED MAN STANDING IN A DARK ROOM
WITH TIED UP HANDS, HE'S RUNNIN FROM THE SAME THINGS 2,3,4
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