E                                   A
There's an evening dress in the closet, with a red wine stain on the sleeve.
E                                              A
You're pillows still on the bed where we used to sleep.
                     E                                                  A
And in the dresser drawer there's a couple more things that smell like her perfume.
               C#m             B                     A
But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you.

   C#m                  A                E                 B                 
And all I got is a big broken heart and memories I can't drank away.
   C#m                  A                E                 B
Just because the man I was wasn't enough to make you stay.
             C#m                         A                   C#m
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there 
                   A
ain't much left of loving you.

    E                           A                               E
The flowers that you planted, on either side of the steps out front, before 
                          A
they bloom I think I might dig 'em up.
          E                                   A
That old porch swing, those songs you sang and the cold and bitter truth.
               C#m             B             A
But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you.

   C#m                  A                E                 B                 
And all I got is a big broken heart and memories I can't drank away.
   C#m                  A                E                 B
Just because the man I was wasn't enough to make you stay.
            C#m                          A                   C#m                              
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there 
                  A
ain't much left of loving you.

            C#m                          A                   C#m                      
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there 
          A
ain't much left...
            C#m                          A                   C#m                              
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there 
                   A
ain't much left of loving you.