(Three, four)

[Intro] G  E  Am  D
        G  E  Am  D

           G          D          G
You were a brand new, blue jean, picket on the front lawn
  C              A7           G
A reason just to get off the floor
        C           A7         G      B7  Em
From a friend to a stranger, a simple rearranger
A7                       D
Should I even open that door?

          G     D        G
It was a Sunday mornin', hanging by a shoelace
C                  A7         G
Felt like you were startin' a war
           C             A7           G       B7     Em
Now you're changin' and movin', I'll take my ass to Houston
       A7                D          G
'Cause I don't think you love me anymore

G D C
(That's alright)

 C  A7  G
 C  A7  B  B7  Em
 A7  D  G

            G       D             G
You were a headache somedays, but surely no one's perfect
     C                   A7     G
But loving you is like doing a chore
            C          A7           G         B7.      Em
Instead of blamin' and bruisin' and watching what I'm losin'
A7               D          G
I don't think I love you anymore

B7
  And, if this is my goodbye (ooh-ooh)
               Em
It's been the longest of my life (ooh-ooh)
          A7
I see my shoes have been filled, and, still (ooh-ooh)
                      D
All I can hope is that he's treating you nice (ooh-ooh)

           G              D            G
I see the new man you're holdin', the bar is finally closin'
   C                   A7         G
I don't know what I'm buggin' ya for
              C             A7            G.       B7.     Em
Between the silence and the mileage, the feelings you were hidin'
A7                 D         G    E
I don't think you love me anymore

    A7              D           G    E
And I don't think I love you anymore
    A7
But I don't think I'll ever be so sure

[Final]
G E Am D G
(One, two, three) Ah