(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
