MATCHES
Sammy Kershaw
Album: Labor Of Love
Submitted by: Christopher R.
December 2nd, 2003

**Capo 2nd Fret (To Match Recording)**

Intro: (C)  (F)  (C)  (F)

(C) We met at The Broken (C/B) Spoke (Am) Restaurant and (Am/G) Lounge
I (F) lit your cigarette, then you (Dm) wrote your number (G) down
On the (C) inside of a matchbook (C/B) that was (Am) layin' on the bar (Am/G)
And a (F) fire started burning (G) somewhere in my (C) heart

I (C) didn't see it comin', (C/B) guess I (Am) didn't read the signs (Am/G)
I just (F) never thought you'd leave me (Dm) after all this (G) time
But to(C)day when I came home, (Am/G) my key was (Am) hollow in the (Am/G) door
And there was (F) nothin' but a worn out book of (G) matches on the fl(C)oor

You took the (F) bed
You took the (G) dishes and the (C) car
And you broke my trust
And you took ad(Am)vantage of my (Am/G) heart
And you left me (F) here
With empty (Dm) rooms and walls with (G) holes and (F) scars and scratches
If I (Am) find the strength to (Am/G) burn your (F) memory down
(Dm) At (G) least you left (C) the matches

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The (C) color's old and faded, (C/B) the (Am) cover's worn and stained (Am/G)
But I can (F) still make out the numbers and the (Dm) heart beside your (G) name
Un(C)til tonight they'd only (C/B) lit a (Am) single cigarette (Am/G)
Now (F) one by one I'm striking them to (G) help me for(C)get

And (Am) everybody (G) at The Broken (F) Spoke
Well they all (Am) thought my crazy st(G)ory was a (Dm) joke
Now they're (Am) all out in the (G) parking lot
(F) Staring at the (No Chord) smoke

You took the (F) bed
You took the (G) dishes and the (C) car
And you broke my trust
And you took ad(Am)vantage of my (Am/G) heart
And you left me (F) here
With empty (Dm) rooms and walls with (G) holes and (F) scars and scratches
If I (Am) find the strength to (Am/G) burn your (F) memory down
(Dm) At (G) least you left (C) the matches

(C/B) Baby, (Am) all that's left of (Am/G) our love is (F) ashes
(Dm) Thank (G) God, you left (C) the matches

Repeat Intro