Chords for Can't Write A Love Song
Tempo:
79.9 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Eb
Fm
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab] [Db]
[Ab] [Db] [Ab] There's nothing easy [Db] about a Sunday in [Abm] this church pew with my family [Eb] in a small town
where I was raised, [Ab] looking back on [Db] all the sins of my ways.
And there's [Ab] nothing easy [Eb] [Ab] about a Sunday.
There's something lonely about [Db] this barstool [Ab] with these guitar playing for a [Eb] crowd when
none of them are you.
[Ab] When I'm thinking about [Db] all the hell I put you through and there's [Ab] something lonely [Eb] about
[Ab] this barstool.
And
[Db] I can't [Eb] make the words I want to [Ab] tell you right.
[Db] Living [Eb] my life one glass [Ab] at a time.
[Db] As much as I'd [Eb] like to sing a [Ab] song it just might [Fm] make you miss me.
I can't [Db] write a love [Eb] song [Ab] drinking whiskey.
[Db] There's [Ab] something missing from [Db] the old days [Ab] when my grandpa worked his fingers to the
[Eb] bone picking cotton and hauling hay.
All I [Ab] can amount to [Db] is a song that I can play and there's [Ab] something missing [Eb] [Ab] from the old days.
There's nothing sober about [Db] me these days.
[Ab] In our bedroom with this guitar and [Eb] them blank labels took your place.
And [Ab] it don't burn me.
The knob [Db] even started to lack a taste.
There's [Ab] nothing sober [Eb] about [Ab] me these days.
[Db] And I can't [Eb] make the words I want to [Ab] tell you right.
[Db] Living my [Eb] life one glass at [Ab] a time.
[Db] As much as I'd [Eb] like to sing a [Ab] song it just might make [Fm] you miss me.
I can't [Db] write a love [Eb] song [Ab] drinking whiskey.
[Db] [Ab] Drinking whiskey.
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[Eb] [Ab]
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[Ab] [Db] [Ab] There's nothing easy [Db] about a Sunday in [Abm] this church pew with my family [Eb] in a small town
where I was raised, [Ab] looking back on [Db] all the sins of my ways.
And there's [Ab] nothing easy [Eb] [Ab] about a Sunday.
There's something lonely about [Db] this barstool [Ab] with these guitar playing for a [Eb] crowd when
none of them are you.
[Ab] When I'm thinking about [Db] all the hell I put you through and there's [Ab] something lonely [Eb] about
[Ab] this barstool.
And
[Db] I can't [Eb] make the words I want to [Ab] tell you right.
[Db] Living [Eb] my life one glass [Ab] at a time.
[Db] As much as I'd [Eb] like to sing a [Ab] song it just might [Fm] make you miss me.
I can't [Db] write a love [Eb] song [Ab] drinking whiskey.
[Db] There's [Ab] something missing from [Db] the old days [Ab] when my grandpa worked his fingers to the
[Eb] bone picking cotton and hauling hay.
All I [Ab] can amount to [Db] is a song that I can play and there's [Ab] something missing [Eb] [Ab] from the old days.
There's nothing sober about [Db] me these days.
[Ab] In our bedroom with this guitar and [Eb] them blank labels took your place.
And [Ab] it don't burn me.
The knob [Db] even started to lack a taste.
There's [Ab] nothing sober [Eb] about [Ab] me these days.
[Db] And I can't [Eb] make the words I want to [Ab] tell you right.
[Db] Living my [Eb] life one glass at [Ab] a time.
[Db] As much as I'd [Eb] like to sing a [Ab] song it just might make [Fm] you miss me.
I can't [Db] write a love [Eb] song [Ab] drinking whiskey.
[Db] [Ab] Drinking whiskey.
[Db] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
[Eb] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
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Key:
Ab
Db
Eb
Fm
Abm
Ab
Db
Eb
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ [Ab] There's nothing easy _ [Db] about a Sunday in [Abm] this church pew with my family [Eb] in a small town
where I was raised, [Ab] looking back on _ [Db] all the sins of my ways.
And there's [Ab] nothing easy [Eb] _ [Ab] about a Sunday. _
There's something lonely about [Db] this barstool [Ab] with these guitar playing for a [Eb] crowd when
none of them are you.
[Ab] When I'm thinking about [Db] all the hell I put you through and there's [Ab] something lonely [Eb] about
[Ab] this barstool.
And _
[Db] I can't [Eb] make the words I want to [Ab] tell you right. _ _
[Db] Living [Eb] my life one glass [Ab] at a time. _
[Db] As much as I'd [Eb] like to sing a [Ab] song it just might [Fm] make you miss me.
I can't [Db] write a love [Eb] song [Ab] drinking whiskey.
_ _ [Db] _ _ There's [Ab] something missing from [Db] the old days [Ab] when my grandpa worked his fingers to the
[Eb] bone picking cotton and hauling hay.
All I [Ab] can amount to _ [Db] is a song that I can play and there's [Ab] something missing [Eb] _ [Ab] from the old days.
There's nothing sober about [Db] me these days.
_ [Ab] In our bedroom with this guitar and [Eb] them blank labels took your place.
And [Ab] it don't burn me.
The knob [Db] even started to lack a taste.
There's [Ab] nothing sober [Eb] about [Ab] me these days.
_ [Db] And I can't [Eb] make the words I want to [Ab] tell you right.
_ _ _ [Db] Living my [Eb] life one glass at [Ab] a time.
_ _ [Db] As much as I'd [Eb] like to sing a [Ab] song it just might make [Fm] you miss me.
I can't [Db] write a love [Eb] song [Ab] drinking whiskey. _ _
[Db] _ _ _ [Ab] Drinking whiskey. _ _
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[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ [Ab] There's nothing easy _ [Db] about a Sunday in [Abm] this church pew with my family [Eb] in a small town
where I was raised, [Ab] looking back on _ [Db] all the sins of my ways.
And there's [Ab] nothing easy [Eb] _ [Ab] about a Sunday. _
There's something lonely about [Db] this barstool [Ab] with these guitar playing for a [Eb] crowd when
none of them are you.
[Ab] When I'm thinking about [Db] all the hell I put you through and there's [Ab] something lonely [Eb] about
[Ab] this barstool.
And _
[Db] I can't [Eb] make the words I want to [Ab] tell you right. _ _
[Db] Living [Eb] my life one glass [Ab] at a time. _
[Db] As much as I'd [Eb] like to sing a [Ab] song it just might [Fm] make you miss me.
I can't [Db] write a love [Eb] song [Ab] drinking whiskey.
_ _ [Db] _ _ There's [Ab] something missing from [Db] the old days [Ab] when my grandpa worked his fingers to the
[Eb] bone picking cotton and hauling hay.
All I [Ab] can amount to _ [Db] is a song that I can play and there's [Ab] something missing [Eb] _ [Ab] from the old days.
There's nothing sober about [Db] me these days.
_ [Ab] In our bedroom with this guitar and [Eb] them blank labels took your place.
And [Ab] it don't burn me.
The knob [Db] even started to lack a taste.
There's [Ab] nothing sober [Eb] about [Ab] me these days.
_ [Db] And I can't [Eb] make the words I want to [Ab] tell you right.
_ _ _ [Db] Living my [Eb] life one glass at [Ab] a time.
_ _ [Db] As much as I'd [Eb] like to sing a [Ab] song it just might make [Fm] you miss me.
I can't [Db] write a love [Eb] song [Ab] drinking whiskey. _ _
[Db] _ _ _ [Ab] Drinking whiskey. _ _
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