Tis The Damn Season Cifras

[Verse]
F
If I wanted to know who you were
C
hanging with while I was gone, I would've asked you
F
It's the kind of cold, fogs up
C
windshield glass, but I felt it when I passed you
Dm
There's an ache in you
                 C
Put there by the ache in me
Dm
But if it's all the same to you
         C
It's the same to me
 
 
[Chorus]
F
We could call it even
 
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
 
'Tis the damn season, write this down
Dm
 I'm staying at my parents' house
 
And the road not taken looks real good now
       Am7                         C
And it always leads to you and my hometown
 
 
[Verse]
F
I parked my car right between
C
the Methodist and the school that used to be ours
F
The holidays linger like bad perfume
        C
You can run but only so far
  Dm
I escaped it too
                 C
Remember how you watched me leave
            Dm
But if it's okay with you
C
It's okay with me
 
 
[Chorus]
                 F
We could call it even
 
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
 
'Tis the damn season, write this down
Dm
 I'm staying at my parents' house
 
And the road not taken looks real good now
F
Time flies
 
Messy as the mud on your truck tires
 
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
Dm
  We could just ride around
 
And the road not taken looks real good now
       Am7                         C
And it always leads to you and my hometown
 
 
[Bridge]
F
Sleep in half the day
Dm
Just for old times' sake
C
I won't ask you to wait
       Dm              C
If you don't ask me to stay
F
So I'll go back to LA
 
And the so-called friends who'll write
Dm
books about me if I ever make it
C
And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking
        Am7                              C
And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own
   Dm                              C
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
                 F
We could call it even
 
Even though I'm leaving
                          Dm
And I'll be yours for the weekend
              C
'Tis the damn season
 
 
[Chorus]
                 F
We could call it even
 
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
 
'Tis the damn season, write this down
Dm
 I'm staying at my parents' house
 
And the road not taken looks real good now
F
Time flies
 
Messy as the mud on your truck tires
 
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
Dm
  We could just ride around
 
And the road not taken looks real good now
       Am7                         C
And it always leads to you and my hometown
 
       Am7                         C
It always leads to you and my hometown
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