D C# Bm A G A D G I been known to have a drink or two D In the comfort of my home C# It helps to minimize Bm The crazy things I hear A When I’m alone. G You’d think by now every sound wouldn't D C# Send a memory crashing’ Bm A G Threw my brain I Wouldn't Mind The Shackles A D If it, wasn't for the rattle of the chain. D C# Bm A D G Certain little things she used to say D They come though loud and clear C# Bm It’s sad but I admit that I listen closer A G Than I did when she was here Now every noise sounds like her voice D C# Bm A G And I’m torn between the pleasure and the pain I Wouldn't Mind The Shackles A D If it, wasn't for the rattle of the chain. Chorus: