The Smell Of Her Hair
By Matt Powell
Tabbed by Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
6/5/04

Capo 1

    E
I’m sorry momma, I’m gonna die
A                E       A             E
Just like my old man, as lonesome as I can
    A                                                E
And angry at the world for the damage done by my old man
            B                                      E
I hope your heaven holds a place for such a bitter man

I’m sorry momma, I don’t know how
She slipped right thru my hands, I should have learned to dance
I know she was your favorite and believe you me, I understand
I hope your heaven holds a place for someone that always blows a seconf chance


Chorus:
    C#m                      A
I'm dying, I’m dyin from the memories
        C#m          A
And the wine it just ain't as sweet
       C#m                                    A
As the shoals of Carolina and the waters that set me free
        C#m              B             E
And the smell of her hair hanging over me


I’m sorry momma, I don’t come home
There’s nothing there for me, there’s nothing up my sleeve
It’s just that I’m just stuck in the middle of something that I can’t leave
I hope your heaven holds a place for me cause I do believe, MM, yes I believe, I believe

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