This time I've hurt her more than she loves me
G - C - G -
D - G
G
1. She wore that fallin' out of love look, I
even swore by the good book,
C
G
still
the last lie I told her was the one she couldn't believe.
G
No more crying on her
shoulder, she won't even let me hold her,
D G
and
this time I've hurt her more than she loves me.
C G
I've been too busy drinking, she's been too busy thinking
D
'bout the kind of love she
needs and the man she never sees.
G
But, Lord, she's already stood
more than I was ever good for,
G D G
and
this time I've hurt her more than she loves me.
+ G - C - G
- D - G
C G
I've been too busy drinking, she's been too busy thinking
D
'bout the kind of love she
needs and the man she never sees.
G
But, Lord, she's already stood
more than I was ever good for,
G
D G
and
this time I've hurt her more than she loves me.
G - C -
G G D G
+ Lord, this
time I've hurt her more than she loves me.
(video = capo 1st : E-A-B7) (Conway Twitty)