Eight Crazy Hours In The Story Of Love

verse 1 
C                G 
It was somethin' as simple 
              D 
As makin' the bed 
C                   G 
That kicked off the voice 
C               G 
Inside her head 
         G 
She was smoothin' the sheet 
         G 
With the palm of her hand 
D 
When the thought struck home 
Em               F     C      C 
   "I don't know who I am" 


verse 2 
C                 G 
And she sat cross-legged 
               D 
On the bedroom floor 

And thought 
         C                G 
"There's 3 people in this house 
     F                 C 
That don't need me anymore." 


Pre-Chorus 
F                     C 
  And she cried like a baby 
D 
In a pile of dirty clothes 



[Refrão]
Chorus 
Em                    B 
Oh, should I be more care free 
G                F#m 
Should I be more sexy 
C                Em           B 
Should I be more friend, than mom 
Em                B 
And the dryer was buzzin' 
G              F#m 
And the TV was blarin' 
    Am/C                       G 
And she wanted to call, her mother 


verse 2 
C                   G 
It was somethin' as simple 
            D          C        G 
As checkin' in to that cheap motel 
F              C 
Out on Highway 10 
       Em           D 
Was it the sting of leavin' 
         C          G 
Or usin' her maiden name 
     Am              Em 
That took all of the fun 
    Am      F 
Out of runnin' away 


Pre-Chorus 
F                    C 
And she cried like a baby 
G                  D 
In the tub of room 5 


[Refrão]

Chorus 
Em                    B 
Oh, should I be more care free 
Em       G       F#m 
Should I be more sexy 
C                Em           B 
Should I be more friend, than mom 
Em                B 
And her head was buzzin' 
Em      G        F#m 
And the TV was blarin' 
     Am           C             G 
And she wanted to call, her husband 


Instrumental 
C   G   C    G   D 
C   G   D    G 


verse 3 
C                   G 
It was somethin' as simple 
                  D    C                G 
As pickin' up the kids That brought her back 
F 
to Earth a - gain 
       Em                          D 
She'd been to the dark side of the moon 
    C                   G 
She had to keep it to herself 
          Am                  Em 
So she grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken 
F          C    G     D 
For supper 



[Refrão]
Chorus 
D           Em           B 
Ah, but she looked more care free 
         G          F#m 
And she looked more sexy 
Am       C                       B 
And she looked more friend, than mom 
     G        Em       B 
And the table talk was buzzin' 
        Em         F#m 
And the TV, it was blarin' 
         C                           D 
And they all sat and laughed at each other 


Outro 
       C            G 
It was somethin' as simple 
   D 
As not givin' up 
G         D      G 
And eight crazy hours 
D          C     G 
In the story of love