'Empty' by Ray LaMontagne - Guitar Tutorial

                Bm       G       D       F#      F#7
e |--0--| |--1--| |--0--| |--0--| |--0--|
b |--1--| |--1--| |--1--| |--0--| |--3--|
g |--2--| |--2--| |--0--| |--1--| |--1--|
d |--2--| |--3--| |--2--| |--2--| |--2--|
a |--0--| |--3--| |--3--| |--2--| |--2--|
F#|-----| |--1--| |-----| |--0--| |--0--|


Intro
Bm G  D  G  D

G
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
                                                  D
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
G
I never learned to count my blessings
                                    D
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

Bm
Walk on down the hill
            F#
Through the grass grown tall and brown
               G                            D
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
Bm
On past the busted back
        F#
Of this old and rusted Cadillac
     G                               D
That sinks into this field collecting rain

D        A    G    Bm   F#    F#7
Will I always feel this way
D     A   G  Bm   F#    F#7
So empty, so estranged

Bm

G
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
                                          D
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
G
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
                                          D
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

Bm
Lay your blouse across the chair
    F#
Let fall the flowers from your hair
    G                                  D
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Bm
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
F#
To me it sounds like they're
G                                D
applauding us, the quiet love we make

D        A    G    Bm   F#    F#7
Will I always feel this way
D     A   G  Bm   F#    F#7
So empty, so estranged

Bm   G   D   G   D

G
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
                                         D
Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me
G
See I've been to hell and back so many times
                         D
I must admit you kind of bore me

Bm
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
           F#
There's a lot of ways to die
        G                                 D
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
Bm
There's a lot of things I don't understand
       F#
Why so many people lie
G                                                D
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

D        A    G    Bm   F#    F#7
Will I always feel this way
D     A   G  Bm   F#    F#7
So empty, so estranged

Bm  G  D  G  D  Bm