Ukeadoodle

Stick Season  - Noah Kahan (Folk Strum DD, UDU)

Intro: [G]

G
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
            D
You mustʼve had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive
             Em
Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
        C
Kept on drivinʼ straight and left our future to the right
 
         G
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I canʼt face
    D
And memories are somethinʼ even smoking weed does not replace
         Em
And I am terrified of weather ʼcause I see you when it rains
    C
Doc told me to travel, but thereʼs COVID on the planes

Chorus:
|      G*
|And I love Vermont, but itʼs the season of the sticks
|      D*
|And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
|         Em*
|And itʼs half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
|           C*
|Iʼll drink alcohol ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
     
         G
And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
       D
That I might not have, but I did not lose
           Em
Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
        C                         D              G
And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do

G
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
             D
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from Dad
         Em
No, I am no longer funny ʼcause I miss the way you laugh
         C
You once called me «forever,» now you still canʼt call me back

Chorus:
     
         G
And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
       D
That I might not have, but I did not lose
           Em
Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
       C                           D            G
And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do

Bridge:
                     D
Oh, thatʼll have to do
                  Em
My other half was you
                        C
I hope this painʼs just passinʼ through
      D
But I doubt it

Chorus:
|      G
|And I love Vermont, but itʼs the season of the sticks
|      D
|And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
|         Em
|And itʼs half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
|           C
|Iʼll drink alcohol ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
     
         G
And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
       D
That I might not have, but I did not lose
           Em
Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
        C                          D         G
And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do
     
D         G
Have to do

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