Tis The Damn Season Cifras

Capo 5
 
[Intro]
 
Fadd9 Cadd9 G x2
 
[Verse 1]
Fadd9                            Cadd9
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with
            G
While I was gone, I would have asked you
Fadd9                          Cadd9
It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
      G
But I felt it when I passed you
Fadd9                                    G
There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me
Fadd9
But if it's all the same to you
G
It's the same to me
 
 
[Chorus]
C
So we could call it even
                                 G
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
C                     G          Am
​'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               G
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        Am                             G
And the road not taken looks real good now
G
And it always leads to you and my hometown
 
 
[Verse 2]
Fadd9           Cadd9             G
I parkеd my car right between the Methodist
        G
And thе school that used to be ours
Fadd9        Cadd9       G
The holidays linger like bad perfume
        G
You can run, but only so far
Fadd9                              G
I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave
Fadd9                           G
But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me
 
 
[Chorus]
                 C
We could call it even
                                 G
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
C                     G          Am
​'Tis the damn season, write this down
                              G
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        Am                             G
And the road not taken looks real good now
C                        G           C
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
                            G       Am
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
                         G
We could just ride around
        Am                             G
And the road not taken looks real good now
G
And it always leads to you and my hometown
 
 
[Bridge]
C                 G   C                     G
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                       G
So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends
             C                          G
Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it
    Am                        G
And wonder about the only soul
        Am
Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'
G
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
   Fadd9                 Cadd9     G
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
                Fadd9  Cadd9  G
We could call it even
                Fadd9  Cadd9  G
Even though I'm leavin'
                          Fadd9   Cadd9 G
And I'll be yours for the weekend
G
​'Tis the damn season
 
 
[Chorus]
                 C
We could call it even
                                 G
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
C                     G          Am
​'Tis the damn season, write this down
                              G
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        Am                             G
And the road not taken looks real good now
C                        G           C
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
                            G       Am
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
              G
We could just ride around
        Am                             G
And the road not taken looks real good now
G
And it always leads to you and my hometown
 
 
[Outro]
Fadd9              Cadd9      G
It always leads to you and my hometown
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