Dive Bar Sweetheart

C F C F Ash on the carpet, stains on the wall C F C F Everybody’s here cuz they’re better off drowning in alcohol C F C F Singing along with the jukebox washed in grit and grease C She floated in one Saturday and redeemed the place Am C She’s my dive bar sweetheart Am C Angel of cheap gin Am A# G I don’t want to think what I’d of been F C F Without my dive bar sweetheart C F Trading jokes with the regulars C F Dancing with the Vietnam vets C F C Lighting the whole place up like a million cigarettes Am C my dive bar sweetheart Am C Angel of well gin Am A# G I don’t want to think what I’d of been F C F without my dive bar sweetheart C F I swear I saw it happen C F under the neon glare C The smoke parted and god put a halo around her hair. Am C my dive bar sweetheart Am C Angel of well gin Am A# G I don’t want to think what I’d of been F C F without my dive bar sweetheart