Intro: C* [bad word] and pause)
Then:  C, E, Am,  [bad word] 
                       This is the story of a man

                                    E*
Who took for granted everything he had

                           And how he let it all just slip away

           F~
Never to return again

(Note that the E* is just a quick hammer-on on the 2nd fret of the G-string)

Verse I:
                               Now twenty years [bad word] and gone

                             And still he wonders what he did so wrong

                        And how that he can win back her heart

                         And finally step outside of the dark

                          He buys fresh roses every day

                       Her favorite flower so she used to say

                              And now the memories all that he has left

                              And I'm afraid he'll drink himself to death
 [bad word] 

                       This is the story of a man

                          Who took for granted everything he had

                           And how he let it all just slip away

           Never to return again

   Ooh

  F~
Ooh

Verse II:

                                It's clear she's moved on long ago

                            But he still clings on to a distant hope

                            That [bad word] and make a happy home

                                For now it's him and the bottle all alone

                                Sometimes you'll see him in the yard

                 wounded man with a desperate heart

                            He keeps the hedges trimmed nice and neat

                              To keep them the way that the used to be
 [bad word] 

                       This is the story of a man

                          Who took for granted everything he had

                           And how he let it all just slip away

           Never to return again

   Ooh

  F~
Ooh

Outro:
                            single dress hangs on its own

                            The scent of perfume all he has to hold

                      wasted life waiting on a dream

                               Hoping for things the way they used to be

                       This is the story of a man

                          Who took for granted everything he had

                           And how he let it all just slip away

           Never to return again

End on: C*