Intro / Riff (w\ bottleneck) :
[E]
e|-5-3------------------|
B|-----5-3-5-3----------|
G|-------------1--------|
I a[E]wake from troubled [B]sleep in the [A]middle of the [E]night
Reach[B]ing for the sof[A]t hand that once h[E]eld mine so tight
My [C#m]fingers touch the pillow where [A]once you [B]laid your [E]head
A D E Riff
And I run my hands on the cold, cold sheets on your side of the bed
My [E]head spins from the [B]perfume that [A]lingers every[E]place
That kiss, that taste of [B]lipstick left [A]on your pillow[E]case
And [C#m]here in this nightmare of darkness I re[A]member the [B]day we were [E]wed
And I clutch and I stare at the tear staine[A]d sheets on my side of [D]the bed [E][E7]
My [A]arms ain?t beholdin? you, my [D]lips hunger for your [A]kiss
D B E Riff
And I just stand to go through another lonely night like this
This hands that once caressed you just took a bottle from the draw
It says take one for sleeping but I?m taking many more
What good is there in living when the dreams we shared are dead
And now at last I lay me down to sleep on my side of the bed
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
[E]
e|-5-3------------------|
B|-----5-3-5-3----------|
G|-------------1--------|
I a[E]wake from troubled [B]sleep in the [A]middle of the [E]night
Reach[B]ing for the sof[A]t hand that once h[E]eld mine so tight
My [C#m]fingers touch the pillow where [A]once you [B]laid your [E]head
A D E Riff
And I run my hands on the cold, cold sheets on your side of the bed
My [E]head spins from the [B]perfume that [A]lingers every[E]place
That kiss, that taste of [B]lipstick left [A]on your pillow[E]case
And [C#m]here in this nightmare of darkness I re[A]member the [B]day we were [E]wed
And I clutch and I stare at the tear staine[A]d sheets on my side of [D]the bed [E][E7]
My [A]arms ain?t beholdin? you, my [D]lips hunger for your [A]kiss
D B E Riff
And I just stand to go through another lonely night like this
This hands that once caressed you just took a bottle from the draw
It says take one for sleeping but I?m taking many more
What good is there in living when the dreams we shared are dead
And now at last I lay me down to sleep on my side of the bed
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com