Tis The Damn Season Cifras

[Intro]
F G F G
 
[Verse 1]
F                                G
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with
 
While I was gone I would have asked you
F                              G
It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
 
But I felt it when I passed you
F                                       G
There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me
F
But if it's all the same to you
         G
It's the same to me
 
[Chorus]
                    C
So we could call it even
 
You could call me babe for the weekend
                                 Am
'Tis the damn season, write this down
 
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        G
And the road not taken looks real good now
       F                         G
And it always leads to you in my hometown
 
[Verse 2]
F                                 G
I parkеd my car right between the Methodist
 
And thе school that used to be ours
F                        G
The holidays linger like bad perfume
 
You can run, but only so far
F                                  G
I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave
F                               G
But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me
 
[Chorus]
                    C
So we could call it even
 
You could call me babe for the weekend
                                 Am
'Tis the damn season, write this down
 
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        G
And the road not taken looks real good now
C
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
                                    Am
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
 
We could just ride around
        G
And the road not taken looks real good now
       F                         G
And it always leads to you in my hometown
 
[Bridge]
C
Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake
G
I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay
                   C
So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends
 
Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it
    Am
And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'
        G
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
   F                               G
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
                 F      G
We could call it even
                F       G
Even though I'm leavin'
                  F
And I'll be yours for the weekend
              G
'Tis the damn season
 
[Chorus]
                    C
So we could call it even
 
You could call me babe for the weekend
                                 Am
'Tis the damn season, write this down
 
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        G
And the road not taken looks real good now
C
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
                                    Am
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
 
We could just ride around
        G
And the road not taken looks real good now
       F                         G
And it always leads to you in my hometown
       F                         G
And it Always leads to you in my hometown
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