Louisiana Hot Sauce Rainy Nights

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[Verse]

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Been a long, long time;
            A
I have been playing things through in my mind.
C#m                                        B
Prison equals narrative, and separation is damnation for our kind.
          A                     E
You spent years chasing after a mess
         A                      E
But easy livin' doesn't pay the rent.
       A                                         B
So put stakes in words and wastelands, leave the machinery for the rest.

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It was a smoke-filled room in Columbus in May
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Bottles on the ground in a desolate place, yeah.
C#m                                       B
Baby, I must have missed you, but I can't remember feeling all that sad.
            A                     E
I must have hit every bar in that town.
            A                   E
I must have made a damn fool of myself.
  A                             B
I woke up more than once on the sidewalk that year.

[Chorus]

             E               C#m            A                   B
But it's not crazy to gamble away all those Louisiana Hot Sauce rainy nights.
         E                 C#m                  A                 B
It's not crazy to take your shoes and just start walking until the sun comes up.
    E                  C#m
Got miles to go, still miles to get there.
A                   B
Maybe it'll be this car that makes it.
    E           C#m           A       B
But I am not an unconditional believer.

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[Verse]

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I got more pockets than pennies these days
           A
And I keep coming up with reasons to leave this place.
          C#m                                  B
It's like honey spilled on the table: an invitation for another pest.
      A                 E
But I got more space to fill.
  A                           E
A few more breaths to breathe in.
A                         B
Something other than more time to sleep.

[Chorus]

             E               C#m            A                   B
But it's not crazy to gamble away all those Louisiana Hot Sauce rainy nights.
         E                 C#m                  A                 B
It's not crazy to take your shoes and just start walking until the sun comes up.
    E                  C#m
Got miles to go, still miles to get there.
A                   B
Maybe it'll be this car that makes it.
    E           C#m           A       B
But I am not an unconditional believer.