Saint Valentine Gregory Alan Isakov
SAINT VALENTINE - Gregory Alan Isakov
capo on third fret
C F C G (x2)
[F]Well Grace she is gone [C]she's a half written [G]poem[C]
[F]She went out for cig[C]arettes and never cam[G]e home[Am] [G]
[F]And I swallowed the sun and[C] screamed and waile[G]d[Am]
[F]Straight down to the d[C]irt so I could find her tra[G]il[C]
[F]Spread out cross the[E] great divine[C]
Well I just came to talk Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here
With the rats and the vines
Ain't that my own heart
Hanging out on the line?
Oh you're all fucked up
Saint Valentine
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
While the girls in the glass they're just throwing me shades
And I'm saving my coins up for jingle and jane
While she's out plucking strings in the pouring pouring
She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
See I'm all crooked feet Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till they've gone on fire
Now Grace she has left you just skin and bones
Well you hang up your hat
But you can't call it home
Well you've tried and you've tried
But you can't call it home
You're the loneliest one Saint Valentine
You're the loneliest one Saint Valentine
Well you're all fucked up
Saint Valentine
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