F# Been playing 20 questions with 44 cans 24/7 till I understand B I sent a prayer up for a helping hand But it must've got stopped by the ceiling fan D#m I'm staring at C# In this half full bed B Looking for a reason that G#m7 I ain't found yet Chorus: B D#m7 I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in tail light glow B D#m I know what she said and I won't forget where she C# told me to go F# B But hell ever since them Goodyears pulled right out D#m7 my dead grass drive B It's been nights that start with whiskey F# And days that end in why Like why she finally threw in the towel With her makeup bag and her hand-me-down earrings And why she never felt the need To tell me what I did, why she packed her things And why she left me searchin' at the bottom of this bourbon Chorus C# Whether it's them damn I miss you Tuesdays D#m That keep me up all night B Or them take me way back Wednesdays G#m That drift back through my mind Chorus Aw, it's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in "why" | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# D#m D#m7 F# G#m G#m7 B |