'Tis The Damn Season

[Intro] F  G  F  G

[Primeira Parte]

F                                  G
  If I wanted to know who you were hanging with
            G
While I was gone, I would have asked you
F                                G
  It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
      G
But I felt it when I passed you
F                                          G
  There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me
F
  But if it's all the same to you
         G
It's the same to me

[Refrão]
                    C
So we could call it even
                                       C
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
                                  Am
'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               Am
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
         Am
And the road not taken looks real good now
       G                              G
And it always leads to you in my hometown

[Segunda Parte]

F                                   G
  I parkеd my car right between the Methodist
        G
And thе school that used to be ours
F                          G
  The holidays linger like bad perfume
        G
You can run, but only so far
F                                    G
  I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave
F                                  G
  But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me

[Refrão]

                    C
So we could call it even
                                       C
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
                                  Am
'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               Am
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
         Am
And the road not taken looks real good now
C
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
         C                          Am
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
                        Am
We could just ride around
         Am
And the road not taken looks real good now
       G                            G
And it always leads to you in my hometown

[Ponte]

C                     Am
Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake
G
I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay
                   C
So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends
              C
Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it
     Am
And wonder about the only soul
        Am
Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin’
         G                            G
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
    F                               G
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
                 F    G
We could call it even
                F      G
Even though I'm leavin’
                  F
And I'll be yours for the weekend
             G
'Tis the damn season

[Final]

                    C
So we could call it even
                                       C
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
                                  Am
'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               Am
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
         Am
And the road not taken looks real good now
C
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
         C                          Am
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
                        Am
We could just ride around
         Am
And the road not taken looks real good now
       G                             G
And it always leads to you in my hometown
       F                          G        F   G
And it always leads to you in my hometown