Intro: Bb Csus4 Bb Csus4
 
Verse 1:
Bb                                 Csus4
  If I wanted to know who you were hanging with
              Csus4
  While I was gone, I would have asked you
Bb                               Csus4
  It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
        Csus4
  But I felt it when I passed you
Bb                                         Csus4
  There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me
Bb
  But if it's all the same to you
           Csus4
  It's the same to me
 
Chorus:
                    F
So we could call it even
                                       F
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
                                  Dm
'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               Dm
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
         Dm
And the road not taken looks real good now
       C                 Csus4    C      Csus4
And it always leads to you in my hometown
 
Verse 2:
Bb                                  Csus4
  I parkеd my car right between the Methodist
          Csus4
  And thе school that used to be ours
Bb                         Csus4
  The holidays linger like bad perfume
          Csus4
  You can run, but only so far
Bb                                   Csus4
  I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave
Bb                                 Csus4
  But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me
 
Chorus:
                    F
So we could call it even
                                       F
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
                                  Dm
'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               Dm
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
         Dm
And the road not taken looks real good now
F
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
         F                          Dm
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
                        Dm
We could just ride around
         Dm
And the road not taken looks real good now
       C                 Csus4    C      Csus4
And it always leads to you in my hometown
 
Bridge:
F                     Dm
Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake
C
I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay
                   F
So I'll go back to l.a. and the so-called friends
              F
Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it
     Dm
And wonder about the only soul
        Dm
Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin’
         C                   Csus4      C  Csus4
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
    Bb                              C
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
                 Bb   C
We could call it even
                Bb     C
Even though I'm leavin’
                  Bb
And I'll be yours for the weekend
             C
'Tis the damn season
 
Outro:
                    F
So we could call it even
                                       F
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
                                  Dm
'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               Dm
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
         Dm
And the road not taken looks real good now
F
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
         F                          Dm
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
                        Dm
We could just ride around
         Dm
And the road not taken looks real good now
       C                 Csus4    C      Csus4
And it always leads to you in my hometown
       Bb                         C      Csus4 Bb Csus4
And it always leads to you in my hometown

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