xLOVE LIKE THIS
by: Drive-By Truckers
Capo 2
Intro:
(C G C)
C (Hammer-ons w/ middle finger)
G (Hammer-ons w/ pointer finger & walk up)
C (Walk down to verse G)
Verse:
G F G
Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the seal.
G F C
This Friday evening traffic's about enough to break a man's will.
F C Am
And I can't wait to see you and see how your week has gone,
D G
and tear into Old No.7 and make love till dawn.
Verse:
G F G
But your Mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door.
G F C
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for.
F C Am
And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do.
D G
And by Saturday morning, I'll be singing these blues.
Chorus:
F G
Last night I slept with my boots on again,
C Am
one cut on my forehead and one my chin,
F G C
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.
F G
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit,
C Am
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish.
F G C
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.
Verse:
G F G
Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well.
G F C
Cussin' God and America, wishing them both just to send me off to hell.
F C Am
But the boss man don't want no excuses when it comes time to get on the clock.
D G
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got.
Chorus:
F G
Last night I slept with my boots on again,
C Am
one cut on my forehead and one my chin,
F G C
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.
F G
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit,
C Am
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish.
F G C
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.
