Tennessee Tobacco

    D     A     G     A7
E|--2-----0-----3-----0--| 
B|--3-----2-----3-----2--| 
G|--2-----2-----0-----0--| 
D|--0-----2-----0-----2--| 
A|--x-----0-----2-----0--| 
E|--x-----x-----3-----x--| 



D
Well she came into my doorway like a whirlwind
D                               A
Dragging mud and muck across my floor
D                                    G
She sat down in the chair where I was sitting
D            A                 D
Picked up my guitar and made a chord


D
And she said, "your loves like Tennessee Tobacco
D                                     A
And it's killing me and all I want it more
D                           G
Your hearts a lonely little chapel
D                     A               D
But I love it's dusty pews and creaky floors"

D D A D

D
And she said, "Babe, did you forget today is Friday?
D                                        A
And you promised that you'd take me to a show"
D                                        G
I said, "I swear the TV said that it was Monday"
D                          A                    D
And she kicked my shin and walked right out the door


D
She took my car and drove down to the legion
D                             A
Grinding all the gears as she drove
D                                                 G
She said, "the old guys there know how to treat a lady
D                   A              G
And by the way your car got towed"


D
I said, "Your loves like Tennessee Tobacco
D                                     A
And it's killing me and all I want is more
D                           G
Your hearts a lonely little chapel
D                     A               D
But I love it's dusty pews and creaky floors"


D D A D G D A D(played like the verses)


E|-0-1-2- (bass E string)
A7                        D
Well I try my best and I swear I do
A7                       D
And my best is all I know

E|-0-1-2- (bass E string)
A7                            D
And I'll never leave this one horse town
A7
If you decide to hang around


D
Well I found her in the morning at the table
D                           A
Hungover and staring at her spoon
D                                     G
And I tried to make some cakes on the griddle
D                    A               D
She just laughed and sang her little tune


D
And she said, "your loves like Tennessee Tobacco
D                                     A
And it's killing me and all I want it more
D                           G
Your hearts a lonely little chapel
D                     A               D
But I love it's dusty pews and creaky floors"


D
I said, "Your loves like Tennessee Tobasco
D                                     A
And it's killing me and all I want is more
D                           G
Your hearts a lonely little chapel
D                     A               D
But I love it's dusty pews and creaky floors"