Postmarked Birmingham [G] - Blackhawk [Intro] [G] [C] [D] [G] Verse 1: [G]I recognize the writing, on the [D]plain white envelo[G]pe. [Em]I've wondered where she'd [C]wind up, [G]before she [D]called or [C]wrote. [C]The answer's in a [G]circle, through the [D]word 'Love' on a [C]stamp, [Am]Postmarked [D]Birming[G]ham Verse 2: [G]I'd have bet on California, 'cause her [D]sister's in [G]Bel Aire. Or [Em]I could see [C]Seattle, with her [G]mom and [D]dad up [C]there. [C]She never mentioned [G]Alabama, so [D]I don't under[C]stand. [Am]Postmarked [D]Birming[G]ham |[Chorus] |[Em]A two-page letter [D]written on, [C]Ramada station[G]ary[D]. |[Em]Dated [D]April [C]twenty-two. |[Am]She asked me not to hate her, said she's [C]sorry. |But [Am]leavin's what she [C]felt she had to [D]do.[G] Verse 3: So the [G]day she left she made it, two [D]hundred miles [G]south. Did she [Em]settle there, did she [C]mail this note on [G]her way [D]out of [C]town. What [C]chance is there to [G]find her, when the [D]only clue I [C]have is [Am]Postmarked [D]Birming[G]ham |[Chorus] |[Em]A two-page letter [D]written on, [C]Ramada station[G]ary[D]. |[Em]Dated [D]April [C]twenty-two. |[Am]She asked me not to hate her, said she's [C]sorry. |But [Am]leavin's what she [C]felt she had to [D]do.[G] Verse 4: Every [G]day down by the mailbox, standin' [D]on the curb I [G]check. The [Em]upper right hand [C]corner, of every [G]piece of[D] mail I [C]get. [C]Hopin' there's that certain [G]circle, Through the [D]word 'Love' on a [C]stamp. Outro: [Am]Postmarked [D]Birming[G]ham, [Am]Postmarked [D]Birming[G]ham. [C] [D] [G]