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Sweet Wine Of Sorrow chords

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Sweet Wine of Sorrow
written by Wade/Dixon/Moore/Moore
10/16/05
I think it's played in a different tuning, but these chords work fine.


INTRO: G

    G                                                     D
I's standin' in the mornin' outside that Norfolk Southern Yard
                                                G                 
Rollin' dice like a train, the wind was blowin' hard
                                                   D
I'm down 20 to the devil, hell I hope he'll take a check
                                                        G
I'll kiss his ass 'til I get level, then I'll break his neck

       C                                                    G
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrow
      D                                                         G                           
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for the sweet wine of sorrow

G                                                                       D
Ah there's things a man can do to himself where his own parents don't recognize his face
                                                                       G
And there's things he does to everybody else that even true love can't erase D And you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life tryin' to understand G When you figure it out you realize it's your selfishness between you and the promised land CHORUS: C G I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrow D G I been cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow C G Hallelujah I'd trade anything I can beg steal or borrow D G I was cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow BREAK: C Csus2 G D Dsus2 G G D Now I'm shattered on the sidewalk like them dishes that they brought G When you were swollen with my baby and your daddy bought that shotgun when we got caught D And now there ain't much that matters and to tell the truth I still don't understand G So I think I'll go down to Madame Moreass and just pretend you ever gave a damn CHORUS D C G Baby I's cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow