Em   
Started tearin' down the lines, we started breakin' all the rhymes  
Em   
And the reasons to be right 
     Am              Bm              Em   
This time it came again and I yelled draw 
 
Em   
Started takin' out the guns, we started breakin all the runs 
Em   
About what's right and what is wrong 
      Am              Bm                Em   
And I think I drew my pistol; k*lled my conscious 
 
G  D        C       D 
Oh how that whiskey feels alright 
G  D      C                   D 
Diluted decisions through the night 
    Am               C               Am              C 
But when the mornin' comes, feel the pain so cold it runs 
            Am             C 
Through the desert of your mind 
        Am                B7                Em   
And you know she'll never ever be satisfied 
 
This time I've fallen over dead when all the reasons in my head  
Are fallin' toward the southward clouds 
This brewin' storm, it's gonna raise some hell 
 
The longer standin' in the light when nothing's pushin' me toward right 
I don't care I don't give a damn 
And my conscious lies there bleeding in the sand 
 
Oh how that whiskey feels alright 
Diluted decisions through the night 
But when the mornin' comes, feel the pain so cold it runs 
Through the desert in my mind 
And I know I'll never ever be satisfied 
 
Oh how that whiskey feels alright 
Diluted decisions through the night 
Oh how that whiskey feels alright 
Diluted decisions through the night 
But when the mornin' comes, I feel the pain so cold it runs 
Through the desert in my mind 
And I know I'll never ever be satisfied