Labelled With Love , Squeeze
D
She unscrews the top off her new whisky bottle
D A
She hobbles about in her candlelit hovel
A
Like some kind of witch, with blue fingers in mittens
A D
She smells like a cat, and the nieghbours she sickens
D
Her black and white TV has long seen a picture
D7 Em
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
A
The postman delivers, the final reminders
A G F#m Em
She sells off her silver, and poodles in china
D E7
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
A D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
A G F#m Em D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
D
During the wartime an American pilot
D A
Made every air-raid a time of excitement
A
She moved to his prairie and married the texan
A D
She'd learn from a distance how love was a lesson
D
He became drinker and she became mother
D7 Em
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
A
He ate himself old and drank himself dizzy
A G F#m Em
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty
D E7
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
A D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
A G F#m Em D
So the past has been bottled, and labelled with love
D
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber
D A
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
A
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
A D
But they had retired to roads that are sandy
D
She moved home alone without friends or relations
D7 Em
Lived in a world full of age reservations
A
Her moth eaten armchair, she'd say that she's sod all
A G F#m Em
Friends who have left her, to drink from the bottle
D E7
Drinks to remember I, me and myself
A D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
A G F#m Em D
So the past has been bottled, and labelled with love
A G F#m Em D
So the past has been bottled, and labelled with love
A G F#m Em D
The past --- has been bottled, -- and la--be --lled with --- love