Draw

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; killed 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