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From: LEliMontague@aol.com
Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 18:31:00 EST
Subject: steve earle's loneyer then this

ok this is the first time i'm sendin' a song in, so bear with me...
and please for give the english


Steve Earle's - lonlyer then this...


B                                                                         E       B                                     F#
it dont get any lonlyer then this, i beleave my haert well brake. tonight i prayed i die fore i wake.
            F#             B                                                                       E      B                               G#m
with every breth i'm tastin' you kiss, and the  sweet upon my tung, 'tell the biter tirs fall one by one.
            G#m                   B                                                 E          B                                           F#
it dont get any lonlyer then this, case i'm onthis road a lone, my haert be ringin' like a hallow drum.
F#                                       B                                              E              B                                                G#m
i'm about as lonesome as a poor boy gets, and theres nothing i can do, 'case it drark out here and i cant find you.
G#m                    B
it dont get any lonlyer then this...



            B                                                                          E     B                                                          F#
it dont get any lonlyer then this. i as blue as blue can be, just an emdy plais where your love should be.
            F#                                       B                                                        E      B                                            G#m
i'm sick and tierd of walkin' round like this, with my haert outside my skin, i'm sceard to deth we'll never tuch a get.Ê
             G#m                    B                                                       E                B                                              F#
it dont get any lonlyer then this. and theres no plais i can go, just a dusted corner where you shados move.
             F#                               B                                          E                B                                            G#m
maybe this good as it gonna get, well i always be this way? i just wonder this world callin' out your name.
             G#m                     B
it dont get any lonlyer then this.



... i would be more then happy if someone would tell me if i scroud up any where. and if any one knows the guitar solo then that be just mighty white of you to send that in/to me...