B
Sitting here wasted and wounded
The moment this morning I
F
don't know
'Cause a
Am
bottle of Vodka's still
B
lodged in my head
And some
F
blonde gave me nightmares
Think that she's still in my
B
bed
They
C
won't make of me when I'm
F
dead
Each step that I take is on my
F
way home
A king's
B
ransom in dimes, I'd give each night
To see through this
F
payphone
Still I
Am
run out of time
Or it's
B
hard to get through
Till the
F
bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll
B
just close my eyes and whisper
"
B
Baby,
C
blind love is
F
true"
C/E