13 Months in 6 Minutes The Wrens
Capo 5th fret
This song is just chords and a few simple riffs that mimic the vocal melody.
For the verses, play this before the C:
e-----------------------------| B-----------------------------| G-----------------------------| D-----------------------------| A----------------2---3--------| E--0---1---3------------------|
This before G:
e-----------------------------| B-----------------------------| G-----------------------------| D-----------------------------| A----------------3------------| E--0---1---3------------------|
This before F:
e-----------------------------| B-----------------------------| G-----------------------------| D-----------------------------| A---------------2-------------| E--0---1---3--------1---------|
During the next section, play this before the F:
e------------------------------| B------------------------------| G------------------------------| D-----0h2--0--------0----------| A---------------3--------------| E------------------------------|
not yet [C]21
with introductions d[G]one
a first slow dance just [F]ends[F/E] [Am]
I was at my best
we ignored the rest
My band and your friends
but as better n[F]ight [C]became best [G]day
we left the party while last records played
what started as dessert back at your house
ended on the c[C]ouch
hours at your [G]mouth
sunday's on our [Am]hands
we followed where it [C]led
I followed you to [G]bed
we started secret [Am]plans
(back to first riff)
forward 7 months:
I've only seen you once
I never call on time
trying to seem tough
I said one visit's enough
enough to keep you mine
(of course it wasn't) we were done by June
you'd graduate and leave for london soon
your layover at newark's near my house
we met for dinner there
just one hour to spare
your 20's all mapped out
I'm in my driest [F]drought
feeling old and shot and [G]how
and this is what I [F]thought:
I seem to still be [G]caught
I'm a footnote at [F]best
I envy who comes [G]next
wish we could just make [Am]out
'The hour's almost up'
you said into your cup
and it makes no difference now
as I help lift your bags out
that I'm lost and out of rope
while on my wrist you wrote
your newest number down
I kind of said your [C]name
but you'd turned to your [G]plane
so I backed my car [Am]out
I knew we'd never [C]write
(somehow that seemed all [G]right)
but this counts as calling, three years [C]out
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