I been known to have a drink or two In the comfort of my home It helps to minimize The crazy things I hear When I’m alone. You’d think by now every sound wouldn't Send a memory crashing’ Threw my brain I Wouldn't Mind The Shackles If it, wasn't for the rattle of the chain. Certain little things she used to say They come though loud and clear It’s sad but I admit that I listen closer Than I did when she was here Now every noise sounds like her voice And I’m torn between the pleasure and the pain I Wouldn't Mind The Shackles If it, wasn't for the rattle of the chain. Chorus: