Toby Keith

^G Reservations for one tonight
^Em I'll be eating by myself again
^C At that quiet little corner spot
^D Where we used to hang with all our friends
^G And I'll ease down to the local pub
^Em Climb up on the tallest stool
^C Holding court with my common sense
^D Outwitting all these common fools
Chorus:
^C I've got good taste for blended whiskey
^G I can see my way around this bar
^D I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox
^Am7 And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled ^D cigar
I can't read your ^C min ^D d ^Em
C Baby I can ^D sense this ^G much
When it comes to your ^Am7 love
I ^D feel like I'm losing my ^C touch ^{Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 D}
Verse 2
You're not buying this anymore
My lies have come up short again
You haven't said it's over yet
Oh but I can feel a bitter wind
And after giving me your better years
And hoping for the very best
Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest
Chorus
^{D Am7}
When it comes to your love
^D I feel like I'm losing my ^C touch ^{Cmaj7 D C Cmaj7 D G}