Tyler Childers - Tattoos

^GI am now the ^Cone she ^Gleft A ^Chaunted tale for someone ^Gelse A l^Cittle bit about he^Grself Wh^Dsus2erever she is slee^Gping ^GFlint strikes out to ^Cpierce the ^Gdark ^CCause a flame from just one^G spark ^CFill the room with smoke so ^Gharsh ^Dsus2She exhales a memor^Gy

The past is ^Dsus2fadin' Over time, but it's still ^Emhangin' on for l^Cife

^GI'm now her ^Cused to^G be ^CHe is now the one she ^Gneeds ^CHe is now the one she l^Geans on She ^Dsus2looks out at the sunset^G O^Gn a quilt of rags he h^Colds her t^Gight And they^C raise a toast of ^GBulleit Rye ^CWhiskey kills all things in ^Gtime Like ^Dsus2things she don't remem^Gber

The past is ^Dsus2fadin' Over time, but it's still ^Emhanging on for l^Cife

^GI am now an ^Cold h^Geadstone And ^Cto her grave I'll die a^Glone A ^Ctestament of how she's g^Grown Whe^Dsus2rever she is sleep^Gin'

The past is ^Dsus2fadin' Over time, but it's still ^Emhanging on for l^Cife