Chorus:
Well, I'm hanging up my [E]heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse
I don't wanna be [C#m]wounded by the wrong kind of [E]love
No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight
I'm gonna give 'em [C#m]up, [B]and I'm hanging up my [E]heart
Late in the [A]night, been working every day to keep you sa[E]tisfied
It just ain't [A]right to hear you say to me, you would let love [B]fly
Well, I'm hanging up my [E]heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse
I don't wanna be [C#m]wounded by the wrong kind of [E]love
No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight
I'm gonna give 'em [C#m]up, [B]and I'm hanging up my [E]heart
If I were yo[A]u, I'd try to understand and see my point of[E] view
If I were you,[A] I'd never be the one who treats me like you do[B]
If I were yo[A]u, I'd never have said goodbye, tore my worl[E]d apart
If I were you,[A] I'd never have played the game, you fooled me f[B]rom the start
Well, I'm hanging up my heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse
I don't wanna be [C#m]wounded by the wrong kind of [E]love
No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight
I'm gonna give 'em [C#m]up, [B]and I'm hanging up my [E]heart
Well, I'm hanging up my [E]heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse
I don't wanna be [C#m]wounded by the wrong kind of [E]love
No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight
I'm gonna give 'em [C#m]up, [B]and I'm hanging up my [E]heart
Late in the [A]night, been working every day to keep you sa[E]tisfied
It just ain't [A]right to hear you say to me, you would let love [B]fly
Well, I'm hanging up my [E]heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse
I don't wanna be [C#m]wounded by the wrong kind of [E]love
No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight
I'm gonna give 'em [C#m]up, [B]and I'm hanging up my [E]heart
If I were yo[A]u, I'd try to understand and see my point of[E] view
If I were you,[A] I'd never be the one who treats me like you do[B]
If I were yo[A]u, I'd never have said goodbye, tore my worl[E]d apart
If I were you,[A] I'd never have played the game, you fooled me f[B]rom the start
Well, I'm hanging up my heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse
I don't wanna be [C#m]wounded by the wrong kind of [E]love
No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight
I'm gonna give 'em [C#m]up, [B]and I'm hanging up my [E]heart