Love Like This chords by Drive-by Truckers

• Capo on 2nd

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

LOVE LIKE THIS
by: Drive-By Truckers

Em walk down to G

Intro:
(C G C)


Verse:
G                          C                       G
Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the seal.
G                                    C                       G
This Friday evening traffic's about enough to break a man's will.
C                                G                    Em
And I can't wait to see you and see how your week has gone,
         A                                 D
and tear into Old No.7 and make love till dawn.

Verse:
G                                C                             G
But your Mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door.
G                                          C                           G
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for.
C                               G                  Em
And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do.
A                                               D
And come Saturday morning, I'll be singing these blues.

Chorus:
     C                     D
Last night I slept with my boots on again,
    G                      Em
one cut on my forehead and one my chin,
         C                 D                  G
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.
      C                        D
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit,
         G                           Em
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish.
           C                         D                       G
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.

Verse:
G                            C                   G
Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well.
G                                C                                G
Cussin' God and America, wishing them both just to send me off to hell.
C                                              G                        Em
But the boss man don't want no excuses when it comes time to get on the clock.
A                                       D
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got.

Chorus:
     C                     D
Last night I slept with my boots on again,
    G                      Em
one cut on my forehead and one my chin,
         C                 D                  G
on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.
      C                        D
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit,
         G                           Em
you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish.
           C                         D                       G
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.
           C                         D                       G
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.