I Miss The Shit Out Of You

G                      C                           G
Baby I miss the shit out of you
G                                           C                            G
Your child-bearing hips, your lips as sweet as French vermouth
G                                       C                         G
The crossword-puzzle mornings, the boiled-peanut afternoons
G                                       C               G
Seven summers squandered drinking homebrew up on the roof

Alternate G, C
I miss the shit out of you x2

G                      C                           G
Baby I miss the shit out of you
G                                           C                            G
But not enough for me to move back to Florida, back with those rubes
G                                           C                            G
Your hands that smell of garlic, your hair that smells of pine
G                                                  C                                         G
Your crow's feet and your belly: I love you, lover, but no more than this skyline