Chords for Dying To Hold Her,,,,,,, ,Don Rigsby

[A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
He drags into work unaware of the proof [F#] on his breath.
[E] Most [B] men would get fired for putting the boss [E] to the test.
And everyone here knows his story, so they [A] simplify
_ with [E] a man who loves someone who [B] left without [E] saying goodbye. _ _ _
After eight hours he heads home, stops by the liquor [F#m] store first.
[C#m] [B] He'll close [A] all the curtains [B] and then put [E] the whiskey to work.
He'll start out in his kitchen chair just like the [A] night before. _ _ _
[E] And with each drop he [B] drinks, he slowly sinks [E] to the floor. _ _ _
[B] Now he's under the table, dying to hold [E] her _ _ again.
[B] _ [C#m] [B] Bottles his weapon of choice to do [E] himself in.
_ [Bm] _ _
[E] [A] He lies there and prays, Lord [B] take me away.
[E] I can't drink enough [A] whiskey to ease all the pain [B] that I'm in.
But to him, [A] he's under the table, [B] dying to hold [A] her again.
[B] _ _
_ [E] _ _ [C#] _ [E] _ _
Lord it's killing him, trying to live [F#m] without [C#m] her.
[B] But when you have to die to get better, it don't [E] get any worse.
This mission of pure self-destruction [A] began when she left. _
Yeah, he [E] started digging his own grave the [B] day he laid [E] her to rest. _
_ [B] He's under the table, dying to [A] hold her [E] again. _ _
_ [B] Bottles his weapon of choice to do [E] himself in.
[Bm] _ _
[E] [A] He lies there and prays, [B] Lord take me away.
[E] I can't drink enough whiskey [A] to ease all the pain [B] that I'm in.
But to [E] him, [A] he's under the table, [B] dying to hold [E] her again.
_ [A] He lies there and prays, [B] Lord take me away.
I [E] can't drink enough whiskey [A] to ease all the pain that [B] I'm in.
But to him, _ [A] he's under the table, [B] dying to [E] hold her again.
[C#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
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