Intro: (A) (A)
I was (A) going through old skeletons in my closet
They were pourin' out of my heart, like a leaky faucet
If any one of those memories (D) ever catch up with (D7) me
There (A) ain't no tellin' what pr(E)ice it'll be (A) costin'
If (A) she finds out about Amy in Atlanta
Or the two-timin', two-steppin' trouble from Texarkana
All the parties in The Pines - the (D) fightin' and drinkin' sh(D7)ine
(A) She might think I'm a (E) one-night extravag(A)anza
So, I'm (D) buryin' (C) bones by the (A) dozen
Tryin' to hide the past from the one I'm (E) luvin'
When (D) I lay down to sleep, (A) I can't rest in (D7) peace
Cause I'm (A) buryin' (E) bones by the (A) dozen
Solo
Every (A) time the telephone rings, I get a little nervous
So, at the end of the month, I go and I change my service
And the whole town knows my truck, so when I go to (D) work, I take the (D7) bus
Spend (A) half of my time lockin' (E) doors, and closin' (A) curtians
So, I'm (D) buryin' (C) bones by the (A) dozen
Tryin' to hide the past from the one I'm (E) luvin'
When (D) I lay down to sleep, (A) I can't rest in (D7) peace
Cause I'm (A) buryin' (E) bones by the (A) dozen
Fiddle Solo
I'm (D) buryin' (C) bones by the (A) dozen
Tryin' to hide the past from the one I'm (E) luvin'
When (D) I lay down to sleep, (A) I can't rest in (D7) peace
Cause I'm (A) buryin' (E) bones by the (A) dozen
Yes I'm buryin' (E) bones by the (A) dozen
Fade out...