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(INTRO)

Bb 
 
C 
 
Bb 
 
C 
 
 
 
(VER)
 
Bb 
  If I wanted to know who you were  
C 
hanging 
 
with
 
While I was  
C 
gone, I would’ve asked you
Bb 
  It’s the kind of cold, fogs up  
C 
windshield 
 
glass
 
But I  
C 
felt it when I passed you
Bb 
  There’s an ache in you, put there by the  
C 
ache in me
Bb 
  But if it’s all the same to you
 
It’s the  
C 
same to me
 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
So we could call it  
F 
even
 
You could call me “babe” for the weeken
F 
d
 
​’Tis the damn season, write this d
Dm 
own
 
I’m stayin’ at my parents’ hous
Dm 
e
 
And the r
Dm 
oad not taken looks real good now
 
And it  
C 
always leads to yo
C 
u and my hometown

 

 
 
 
(VER)
 
Bb 
  I parkеd my car right between the  
C 
Methodist
 
And thе  
C 
school that used to be ours
Bb 
  The holidays linger like  
C 
bad 
 
perfume
 
You can  
C 
run, but only so far
Bb 
  I escaped it too, remember how you  
C 
watched me leave
Bb 
  But if it’s okay with you, it’s o
C 
kay with me
 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
We could call it  
F 
even
 
You could call me “babe” for the weeken
F 
d
 
​’Tis the damn season, write this d
Dm 
own
 
I’m stayin’ at my parents’ hous
Dm 
e
 
And the r
Dm 
oad not taken looks real good now
F 
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
 
Now I’m m
F 
issing your smile, hear me  
Dm 
out
 
We could just ride aroun
Dm 
d
 
And the r
Dm 
oad not taken looks real good now
 
And it  
C 
always leads to you and my hometown
 
 
 
(BRI)
 
F 
Sleep in half the day  
Dm 
just for old times’ sake
C 
I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay
 
So I’ll go back to  
F 
L.A. and the so-called friends
 
Who’ll write b
F 
ooks about me, if I ever make it
 
And w
Dm 
onder about the only soul
 
Who can  
Dm 
tell which smiles I’m fakin’
 
And the h
C 
eart I know I’m breakin’ is my own
 
To l
Bb 
eave the warmest bed I’ve ever k
C 
nown
 
We could call it  
Bb 
even 
 
 
C 
 
Even though I’m  
Bb 
leaving 
 
 
C 
 
And I’ll be yours  
Bb 
for the weekend
 
​’Tis the damn  
C 
season

 

 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
We could call it  
F 
even
 
You could call me “babe” for the weeken
F 
d
 
​’Tis the damn season, write this d
Dm 
own
 
I’m stayin’ at my parents’ hous
Dm 
e
 
And the r
Dm 
oad not taken looks real good now
F 
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
 
Now I’m m
F 
issing your smile, hear me  
Dm 
out
 
We could just ride aroun
Dm 
d
 
And the r
Dm 
oad not taken looks real good now
 
And it  
C 
always leads to you and my hometown
 
 
 
(OUTRO)
 
 
It  
Bb 
always leads to you and my h
C 
ometown
Bb 
 
C 

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