Alabama Pines Jason Isbell
Capo 4, Key of D#
Intro: Alternate b/w Cadd9 and C (and embellish by pulling off and hammering on with the middle finger).
Well, I[Cadd9] moved into this room, if you could call it that, a w[C/B]eek ago.
I n[Am7]ever do what I'm supposed to do.
I hardly [Am7/G]even know my n[Fmaj7]ame anymore.
When no one calls it out, it kinda v[Cadd9]anishes away.
I ca[Cadd9]n't get to sleep at night. The parking lot's so l[C/B]oud and bright.
The [Am7]A/C hasn't worked in twenty years.
Probably ne[Am7/G]ver made a si[Fmaj7]ngle person cold,
But I can't say the same for me. I've [Cadd9]done it many times.
Somebody take [C/B]me h[Am7]ome, through [Am7/G]those Al[Fmaj7]abama Pines.[Cadd9]
You can't [Cadd9]drive through Talladega on a weekend in Oct[C/B]ober.
He[Am7]ad up north to Jacksonville. Cut around and o[Am7/G]ver.
Watch your s[Fmaj7]peed in Boiling Springs.
They ain't got a thing to do. They'll [Cadd9]get you every time.
Somebody take [C/B]me h[Am7]ome, through [Am7/G]those Al[Fmaj7]abama Pines.[Cadd9]
Somebody take [C/B]me h[Am7]ome, through [Am7/G]those Al[Fmaj7]abama Pines.[Cadd9]
[Cadd9]Oh [C/B]Oh [Am7]Oh [Am7/G]Oh [Fmaj7]Oh
[Cadd9]Oh [C/B]Oh [Am7]Oh [Am7/G]Oh [Fmaj7]Oh
If we[Cadd9] pass through on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wa[C/B]yne's.
It's the o[Am7]nly open liquor store north, and I can't s[Am7/G]tand the pain
Of b[Fmaj7]eing by myself, without a little help
On a S[Cadd9]unday afternoon.
I [Cadd9]needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasol[C/B]ine.
I tr[Am7]ied to be some ancient kind of man,
One that's n[Am7/G]ever seen the b[Fmaj7]eauty in the world,
But I tried to chase it down. Tried to m[Cadd9]ake the whole thing mine.
Somebody take [C/B]me h[Am7]ome, through [Am7/G]those Al[Fmaj7]abama Pines.[Cadd9]
Somebody take [C/B]me h[Am7]ome, through [Am7/G]those Al[Fmaj7]abama Pines.[Cadd9]
[Cadd9]Oh [C/B]Oh [Am7]Oh [Am7/G]Oh [Fmaj7]Oh
[Cadd9]Oh [C/B]Oh [Am7]Oh [Am7/G]Oh [Fmaj7]Oh
I've been [Cadd9]stuck here in this town, if you can call it that, a y[C/B]ear or two.
I ne[Am7]ver do what I'm supposed to do.
I don't e[Am7/G]ven need a n[Fmaj7]ame anymore.
When no one calls it out, it kind of va[Cadd9]nishes away.
[Cadd9]No one gives a damn about the things I give a d[C/B]amn about.
The li[Am7]berties that we can't do without
Seem to dis[Am7/G]appear like gh[Fmaj7]osts in the air.
When we don't even care, it truly va[Cadd9]nishes away.
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