Written by Leslie Satcher
INTRO He (C) tore down the work of 17 years Brick by brick and (G) stone by (C) stone No hammer was swingin', cause cheatin' and drinkin' Don't (G) need no help wreckin' a home Aww, but (C) when he came back to the dust and the rubble Of what he has once called his (F) life He dropped to his knees, in (C) sheer disbelief At the (G) total destruction in (C) sight There were (C) empty closests and (G) empty drawers And a (C) tear-stained note on the (F) kitchen floor And (C) burning memories, in the fire(G)place (G7) He (C) waited too late to (G) say he was wrong His (C) house was still standing, but his (F) home was gone Brother (C) you would (E) not be(Am)lieve (D) (F) What you can (G) see from your (C) knees Fiddle Solo (C) Right then and there, in an old sinner's prayer He told things he (G) kept in the (C) dark There was no use in lying, 'cause the man who was listenin' Could (G) see every room in his heart Well, he took (C) empty whiskey bottles, little black book and all To the fire she left on the (F) grate Sometimes a man will (C) change on his own (G) Sometimes - I tell you, it (C) takes (C) Empty closests and (G) empty drawers And a (C) tearful confession on the (F) kitchen floor And (C) burning memories, in the fire(G)place (G7) He (C) waited too late to (G) say he was wrong His (C) house was still standing, he'd (F) fight for his home Brother (C) you would (E) not be(Am)lieve (D) Brother (C) you would (E) not be(Am)lieve (Dsus) (D) (F) What you can (G) see from your (C) knees