Missing Pieces by John Hiatt from Beneath This Gruff Exterior Submitted by Bendave cbennett35@nc.rr.com Reworked from version submitted by Unregistered G I sit all day staring at a leaf. G I know that my time here is brief. D I'd like to get some details down. G Before I move on to another town. G I met a man he lost both arms. G
He got 'em caught up in her charms. D She took the kids and the color TV. G He said, "I wish she'd taken the rest of me." (CHORUS) G This travelin' life well it ain't no good. G I'd quit it honey oh if I could. D A puzzle to me why I even care. G The missing pieces are everywhere. G He drove to Dixie to hush his mouth. G She started talking like to wore him out. D They found love beneath the southern stars. G And some bruises and some scars. G He sees her on that back porch swing. G And I believe he would do any-thing. D Stand all night in the pourin' rain. G To wash her memory from her brain. REPEAT CHORUS G A false move here, a stumble there. G A box of letters and a lock of hair. D That's all that's left when I turn out the light. G I count the missing pieces every night. CHORUS 2x G E|---3----3----3-----| B|---3----3----3-----| G|---0----0----0-----| D|---2----0----0-----| A|---3----2----2-----| E|---0----0----3-----|