Biography:
David Ramirez is an American singer-songwriter from Houston, TX, currently based in Austin, TX.
By breaking through heartache, Ramirez has gone on a search for understanding. The Austin, TX, resident and frequent traveler to clubs, theaters and listening rooms all over the country, has come to a phase in his creative life where the tears have dried and moving on looks like the best option.
That change in perspective hasn’t erased the weary searching that has characterized Ramirez’s sparse Americana songwriting for more than a decade.
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D G D
Ten years down the road
Bm7 A D A
I’ll be cleanin’ out my closet, getting rid of old clothes
D G D
I reach behind my winter coat
Bm7 G D A
And I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghosts
G D A
Why did I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why did I hang onto that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget
D G D Bm7 G A
D G D
So I suppose you’ll be in every song I sing
Bm7 A D A
If not written in my words, you’ll be hidden in these strings
D G D
Cuz how could I ever forget my first love
Bm7 G D A
My first woman, first truth, first child from above
G D A
But why do I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why have I not just thrown out that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember, oh and it kills me to forget
Bm G
It kills me to see you..but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember..and it kills me to forget
Ten years down the road
Bm7 A D A
I’ll be cleanin’ out my closet, getting rid of old clothes
D G D
I reach behind my winter coat
Bm7 G D A
And I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghosts
G D A
Why did I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why did I hang onto that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget
D G D Bm7 G A
D G D
So I suppose you’ll be in every song I sing
Bm7 A D A
If not written in my words, you’ll be hidden in these strings
D G D
Cuz how could I ever forget my first love
Bm7 G D A
My first woman, first truth, first child from above
G D A
But why do I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why have I not just thrown out that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember, oh and it kills me to forget
Bm G
It kills me to see you..but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember..and it kills me to forget
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