New South Wales Jason Isbell
Capo 2
And here we [D]sit, across the [G]table from each [D]other
A thousand [G]miles from both our [D]mothers
Barely [E7]old enough to [A]rust
Here we [D]sit, pretending [G]both our hearts are [D]anchors
Taking [G]candy from these [D]strangers
Amidst the [A]diesel and the [D]dust
Here we sit, singing words nobody taught us
Drinking fire and spitting sawdust
Trying to teach ourselves to breathe
We haven't yet, but every chorus brings us closer
Every flyer and every poster
Gives a piece of what we need
Chorus 1:
And the [G]sand that they call cocaine cost you [D]twice as much as gold
You'd be [G]better off to drink your coffee [A]black
But I [D]swear, the [D/C#]land, it [D/B]listened [D/A]to the [G]stories that we told[D]
God [D]bless the busted [A]boat that brings us [G]back[D]
Morning's rough, it don't give a damn about the mission
Has no aesthetic or tradition,
Only lessons never learned
And I'd had enough, about a month ago tomorrow
Parting holds no trace of sorrow
For the bitter and the burned
Chorus 2:
And the piss they call tequila even Waylon wouldn't drink
Well I'd rather sip this Listerine I packed
But I swear, we've never seen a better place to sit and think
God bless the busted ship that brings us back
Solos
Chorus 1
God bless the busted ship that brings us back
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