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Labelled With Love chords

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Intro: B7  E

    E                                                                         B7
She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle, shuffles about in her candlelit hovel
                                                                                         
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens she smells like the cat 
                       E  
and the neighbours she sickens
                                                    E7                     A
The black and white TV has long seen a picture; the cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
    B7                                                                 A  G#m  F#m  E
The postman delivers the final reminders; she sells off her silver and poodles in   China

E                     F#m            B7                                          E
Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
E                     F#m                    B7                        A G#m    F#m  E
Home is a love that I miss very much, so the past has been bottled and labelled with love

E                                                                     B7
During the war time an American pilot made every air raid a time of excitement
                                                                                          
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan, she learnt from a distance 
               E
how love was a lesson
                                             E7                         A
He became drinker and she became mother, she knew that one day she'd be one or the other
   B7                                                                 A   G#m  F#m  E
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy, proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.

E                     F#m            B7                                          E        
Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
E                     F#m                    B7                        A G#m    F#m  E
Home is a love that I miss very much, so the past has been bottled and labelled with love

E                                                                          B7
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber out on the porch in the middle of summer
                                                                                         E
So she crossed the ocean back home to her family but they had retired to roads that were sandy
                                                   E7                       A
She moved home alone without friends or relations, lived in a world full of age reservation
   B7                                                                                
On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all the friends who had left 
       A     G#m  F#m E
her to drink from the bottle

E                     F#m            B7                                          E
Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
E                     F#m                    B7                        A G#m    F#m  E
Home is a love that I miss very much, so the past has been bottled and labelled with love
E                     F#m            B7                                          E
Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
E                     F#m                    B7                        A G#m    F#m  E
Home is a love that I miss very much, so the past has been bottled and labelled with love
    B7                        A G#m    F#m  E
The past has been bottled and labelled with love
    B7                        A     G#m      F#m      E
The past has been bottled and la -  belled   with     love

            
            
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