V
Got a thousand memories
her pictures on my wall
 But they mean nothing to me
 If I can't have her  here that's all
V
     See her face in all my dreams
     I swear sometimes they are real
     But nothings the way it seems
    its not the same now, it never will
C
        Don't want any substitutes
         Cowboys don't wear sneakers they wear boots
          City bankers wont trade jeans for their striped suits
          And i don't want any substitutes
V
        Don't know why love drifts away
         It's impossible to understand
          But I miss her each and every day
          give everything just to hold her hand

C

B
            If I can't have her I don't want anyone
             tell myself she'll be back one day
              Yeah She's not really gone.

C
             

Last edited by Travis david; 09/14/17 01:35 PM.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Oscar Wilde