Drop In A Bucket by Mary Gauthier
Key: AA | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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Happy Anniversary Baby, it's been a year now since you moved away,
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Even though I asked, you to go, I miss you every day.
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I miss you in the evenings, alone in the bed where I lie,
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I miss you in the morning, before I open my eyes.
I went and sold everything I could babe, then I gave away what I didn't sell
I moved south to Nashville, I might like it there, but I can't tell.
I've been hanging in Austin eating chili's and good barbecue,
Writing songs about losing and heartache, hey babe, I've been writing about you.
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	A year, that ain't nothin', when you lose someone you love,
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	A year is a drop in a bucket, when you lose someone you love.
I been traveling hard since September, won't get back to Nashville 'till June,
I've played my songs all over the world, but I can't find a home without you.
I press on like a mad rushing river, I press on with the will to survive,
Part of me lives for the wind in my face, while the other parts bearly alive
	
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	A year, that ain't nothin', when you lose someone you love,
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	A year is a drop in a bucket, when you lose someone you love.
So Happy Anniversary baby, may fortune and fate be your friends,
Wherever you go, I want you to know, I don't think my love ever ends.
I carry it down the highway, it's part of my body and soul,
And one day it'll be the part of me, that pulls me up out of this hole
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	A year, that ain't nothin', when you lose someone you love,
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	A year is a drop in a bucket, when you lose someone you love.