Empty Chair
Recorded by Trace Adkins
Album: Single (2021)

(Capo on 1)

(Intro.)
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|(F) / / / |(F) / / / |(G) / / / |(G) / / / |

(Verse)
We (C)commandeer a corner table at our small-town diner (Am)
Just (F)five or six old men, throwin' out (G)corny ol' one-liners
They (C)pat the heads of children, give (Am)friendly nods to strangers
They (F)sure seem quick to laugh, makes you (G)think they're slow to anger
 
(Chorus)
Those (F)guys were front-line brothers, their lives depended on each other
They were (Am)soldiers long before (G)they were men (C)
Yeah, the (F)ones that somehow survived, ‘came home, went on to build their lives
Never (Am)chargin' us a penny (G) for the (C)debt we owe to them
But you can (Em)almost smell the gun smoke and the (F)foxholes that they shared
On the (Em)days they raise their coffees and (F)toast the empty chair
 
(Solo)
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(Verse)
They'll (C)ask you where you're from, what you do, (Am) what you've done
But don't go (Dm)thinkin' they're all talk, 'cause you (F)wouldn't wanna piss them off
 
(Chorus)
Those (F)guys were front-line brothers, their lives depended on each other
They were (Am)soldiers long before (G)they were men (C), c
Yeah, the (F)ones that somehow survived, came home, went on to build their lives
Never (Am)chargin' us a penny, (G) for the (C)debt we owe to them
But you can (Em)almost smell the gun smoke and the (F)foxholes that they shared
On the (Em)days they raise their coffees and (F)toast the empty chair
 
(Solo)
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(Bridge)
They'll (G)tell you any-(C)thing you (Em)wanna know (F)
But (G)there's one place (C) they just (Em)won't (F)go
'Cause (Am)they don't wanna (G)ruin our (Em) dreams (F)
By tellin' (F)us (Em) the things they’ve (Am) seen
 
(Chorus)
Those (F)guys were front-line brothers, their lives depended on each other
They were (Am)soldiers long before (G)they were men (C)
Yeah, the (F)ones that somehow survived, came home, went on to build their lives
Never (Am)chargin' us a penny (G) for the (C)debt we owe to them
But you can (Em)almost smell the gun smoke nd the (F)foxholes that they shared
On the (Em)days they raise their coffees and (F)toast the empty chair (G)
 
(Outro)
To the brother who ain't (Dm)there, we salute you
 
(Solo)
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