The Work of Art
INTRO: D G Bm G A G D
A [D]heavy feelin' creeps thru my bones
As I [G]get out of the car and close the [D]door
I [G]think back to your voice on the [Bm]phone[G]
My [A]blood starts to [G]cause my ears to [D]roar
The back door screen is slightly ajar
When I walk in to the kitchen for a beer
I look up in the doorway, there you are
And your face tells me there's been someone else here
CHORUS:
The way you [G]smell, the way you [D]sway
The way your [A]eyes just drift a[D]way
The way the [G]pain strangles my [D]heart
I [A]have no doubt this was the work of [D]Art
How can you disrespect me so
You barely even hide your secret sin
It seems you wouldn't want me to know
Or maybe you just think that I'm that dim
I see the pack of Lucky's he forgot
When he's around, you have a different smile
You may think I'm love-blind, but I'm not
Don't think that I don't know my best friend's style
CHORUS:
The way he plays the game he plays
The way he takes your breath away
The way he painted us apart
I have no doubt this was the work of Art
SOLO: G D A D G D A D
CHORUS:
The way you smell, the way you sway
The way your eyes just drift away
The way the pain strangles my heart
I know that this had to be old Art
You can't [A]hide this precious work of [D]Art
OUTRO: G Bm G A G D
INTRO: D G Bm G A G D
A [D]heavy feelin' creeps thru my bones
As I [G]get out of the car and close the [D]door
I [G]think back to your voice on the [Bm]phone[G]
My [A]blood starts to [G]cause my ears to [D]roar
The back door screen is slightly ajar
When I walk in to the kitchen for a beer
I look up in the doorway, there you are
And your face tells me there's been someone else here
CHORUS:
The way you [G]smell, the way you [D]sway
The way your [A]eyes just drift a[D]way
The way the [G]pain strangles my [D]heart
I [A]have no doubt this was the work of [D]Art
How can you disrespect me so
You barely even hide your secret sin
It seems you wouldn't want me to know
Or maybe you just think that I'm that dim
I see the pack of Lucky's he forgot
When he's around, you have a different smile
You may think I'm love-blind, but I'm not
Don't think that I don't know my best friend's style
CHORUS:
The way he plays the game he plays
The way he takes your breath away
The way he painted us apart
I have no doubt this was the work of Art
SOLO: G D A D G D A D
CHORUS:
The way you smell, the way you sway
The way your eyes just drift away
The way the pain strangles my heart
I know that this had to be old Art
You can't [A]hide this precious work of [D]Art
OUTRO: G Bm G A G D