This was tabbed a while back based on a recording found on the Bonnaroo Live CD, hence the minor differences 
compared to the album version

Capo Fret 2

Listen for strumming, it's great in this song

[Intro]
        

[Verse] 

She lifts her 

skirt up to he

r knees
              
Walks through 

              
the garden row

              
s with her bar

         
e feet, laughi

ng

I never learne

d to count my 

blessings
              
I choose inste

              
ad to dwell in

        
 my disasters


Walk on down t

he hill
             
Through the gr

      
ass grown tall

 and brown
              
And still it's

             
 hard somehow 

              
to let go of m

  
y pain

On past the bu

sted back
        
Of that old an

d rusted Cadil

lac
             
That sinks int

              
o this field c

          
ollecting rain

[Bridge]
            
Will I always 

       
feel this way
          
So empty, so e

       
stranged



[Verse]

Of these cutth

roat busted su

nsets,
              
These cold and

              
 damp white mo

              
rnings I have 


grown weary

If through my 

cracked and du

sty dime store

 lips
              
I spoke these 

              
words out loud

              
 would no one 


hear me


Lay your blous

e across the c

hair
    
Let fall the f

lowers from yo

ur hair
             
And kiss me wi

              
th that countr

           
y mouth so pla

in

Outside the ra

in is tapping 

on the leaves
             
To me it sound

              
s like they're

            
 
             
applauding us,

              
 the quiet lov

        
e we've made

[Bridge]
            
Will I always 

       
feel this way
          
So empty, so e

       
stranged

[Interlude]
            

[Verse]

Well I looked 

my demons in t

he eyes
              
Laid bare my c

              
hest said do y

             
our best and d

estroy me

See I've been 

to hell and ba

ck so many tim

es
              
I must admit y

           
ou kind of bor

e me


There's a lot 

of things that

 can kill a ma

n
             
There's a lot 

              
of ways to die
             
Yes and some a

              
lready dead wh

              
o walked besid

  
e me

There's a lot 

of things I do

n't understand
       
Why so many pe

ople lie
             
Well it's the 

              
hurt I hide th

              
at fuels the f

     
ires inside me

[Bridge]
            
Will I always 

       
feel this way
          
So empty, so e

       
stranged

[Outro]