E A He was selling an old guitar and I bought it E A I saw her smiling picture in his wallet E A He said, "I call her 'baby' but her Christian name is Charlotte" E A (Do-do-do, do-do) (do-do-do) She spends her days downtown hooked up to some machine They say time can heal, but time can't heal everything The lord's gonna take her home real soon flying' on, angel wings (Do-do-do, do-do) (do-do-do) A E I'm gonna cry right now and that's ok A E We're all gonna die someday F#m A You won't remember a single word I'm trying to say E A (Do-do-do, do-do) (do-do-do) Chorus: A E It's all a grand illusion when you think you're in control A E She's all I got left of selling everything I own F#m A There's no good in a goodbye, it's the beginning of the end B I left some songs in the guitar, A E sing 'em good my friend E A/E E A/E (Do-do-do) Oh, yeah, (do-do-do, do-do-do) This old guitar case has been a million miles Been a fools disciple, missed dance recitals, and the birth of every child Honestly, honesty never goes out of style Sing the pain my friend So the world see's her as just desperate, gray, and old All I see is my true love, my heart, my life, my soul At least for one more night I got a beautiful wrinkled hand to hold Sing the truth my friend I'm gonna cry right now and that's okay We're all gonna die, someday You won't remember a single word I'm trying to say Chorus E A I'm gonna sing the pain away E A I'm gonna sing the truth, and then E A E A I'm gonna sing em' good, for my old friend Well I cried when I got in my truck, so I put on my shades Looked up at the crimson sky, as the sun began to fade And for the first time, in a long time, I swear I think I prayed I'm gonna sing the pain away I'm gonna sing the truth, and then I'm gonna sing em' good, for my old friend Yeah my old friend | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E F#m B |