Mostly Sober chords by Chris Ross

Chords with lyrics

Mostly Sober' by Chris Ross - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxxNC8Ykgvc
Not entirely sure how accurate this is, but it sounds decent

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I'm mostly sober these days
I dunno whatcha heard
I only drink on stage
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I only smoke to burn
Away the frivilous things
To write the syllable swings
To fight the urge to go swimmin in the criminal springs
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Mostly happy these days
Dunno if you read
Between the lines I wrote
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And the lines dread to cross over
It's a long way back
When I'm sunk in the saddle and I'm circlin' the cul-de-saq
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Mostly understand why you couldn't stay
Why the best of you you went and took away
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Girl those eyes they be shining like a cigarette
You light 'em up I breathe 'em in until theres nothing left

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So don't believe the hype or the flowin' hyperbole
Mighta done the crime but I never did the perjury
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Wait for the dust cloud to settle on the rhetoric
Even if you rush now you'll never get ahead of it
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Tip my cup
I tip my cup over
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No I ain't got luck I'm just a three leaf clover
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I keep my feet on the narrow and the straight
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And I ain't too stoned to say
I'm mostly sober these days

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I'm mostly sober these days
I dunno whatcha seen
I only drink to sleep
I only sleep to dream
Away the cries and the calls I've been listenin'
Put a hole in the walls I'm imprisoned in

I'm mostly lonely these days
I dunno where you went
Who you call your friends
Or how your time gets spent
And my last on a ticket back home
One way trip down an east bound road

I'm mostly crazy these days
When I think of you
While the earth it shakes
Girl your aim stays true
Bullseye honey right down the center of
Straight shot through the heart of a sinners love

So don't believe the hype or the flowin' hyperbole
Mighta done the crime but I never did the perjury
Wait for the dust cloud to settle on the rhetoric
Even if you rush now you'll never get ahead of it
Tip my cup
I tip my cup over
No I ain't got luck I'm just a three leaf clover
I keep my feet on the narrow and the straight
And I ain't too stoned to say
I'm mostly sober these days

I'm mostly sober these days

Mostly sober these days

I'm mostly sober these days
I dunno whatcha heard
I only drink on stage
I only smoke to burn
Away the frivilous things
To write the syllable swings
To fight the urge to go swimmin in the criminal springs

I'm mostly sober these days