Tournament Horseshoe

G C Am D G C Am D G C She’s the only one to pick me up right off the ground Am D She’s the only one to help me put the bottle down G She’s a saddle made of leather C She’s a tournament horseshoe D C G She’s the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to G C Back in some dark age when I would stumble as I walk Am D And prowl the streets for fire just to burn away the scars G She saw my heart through the sorrow C Took my hand and saw me through D C G She’s the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to D C Still on the water Am G D Like swans in the afternoon D C Wrap ourselves up in each other Am G D Like a wine key corkscrew G How many chapters has it been C Since we began to write this short? Am The story’s getting better D Yeah, it feels like living art G For you I’d write a novel C Or else I’d carve you a statue D C G You’re the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to D C G You’re the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to D C G You’re the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to D C G You’re the only one I’m gonna give my lovin' to