Slobberbone - I Can Tell Your Love Is Waning
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| Band name | Slobberbone |
| Song name | I Can Tell Your Love Is Waning |
| Tab type | Chords |
| Added | 06/29/2008 |
| Size | 1.89 kb |
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I Can Tell Your Love Is Waning By Brent Best From Slobberbone’s “Crow Pot Pie” (F)Not much in this (C) trailer, now (G)A picture book, remote control, and a (C)cookie jar shaped like a cow, (F)A macrame‚ frame, 'round a (C)picture of me, (G)Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a (C)black and white T.V. (F)There's a baby in the bedroom that (C)doesn't know you there As you're (G)lying in the bathtub with (C)shampoo in your hair And the (F)radio is playing some (C)fucked up country song ... And (G)sorta like us it's sad and sweet, but (C)it won't last for long ... Chorus 'Cause I can (F)tell your love is waning from the (Dm)looks and smell of it, It's like getting (G)caught behind a (F)cattle truck and (Em)all you smell is (Dm)shit Getting (G)caught behind a (F)cattle truck and (Em)all you smell is (Dm)shit I don't know(C) Not much in this trailer, now A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow, A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me, Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V. There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know your there As you're lying in the bathtub running water through your hair And the radio is plays "Mack the Knife" ... And I begin to think as I pull myself a steak knife from the bottom of the kitchen sink Chorus Not much in this trailer, now A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow, A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me, Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V. There's a baby in the bedroom -- doesn't know your there As you're lying in the bathtub with blood all in your hair And the radio plays so damn loud I can't hear myself think ... As I wash the blood from my fingers and the knife in the bathroom sink ... Chorus But I know that if we could just get past, these foul moods we're in ... We could drive on down the highway, girl, with all our windows rolled down once again ...