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Jason Isbell - Songs That She Sang in the Shower Double-D tuning – tune both E strings down to D [I was not a music major and have probably mislabled some of the chords. I chose the labels for ease. Also I’m not sure that he tunes the high “e” string down to “d” but I like the way it sounds acoustically so that’s what I did. Hope you enjoy this great song.] Chords: Dsus Am7 Em7 D D/G Asus D/C# D/B A d|---0-----0-----0----0----0-----0-----0------0-----0----| B|---3-----1-----0----3----3-----3-----3------3-----2----| G|---0-----0-----0----2----0-----0-----2------0-----2----| D|---4-----2-----0----0----0-----2-----0------0-----2----| A|---5-----0-----2----0----x-----0-----4------2-----0----| D|---0-----x-----2----0----5-----x-----x------x-----x----| [Intro]: Dsus [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/j/jason-isbell/371381.html ] Dsus Dsus On a lark. On a whim. Am7 Em7 Dsus I said there’s two kinds of men in this world and you’re neither of them Dsus Dsus And his fist, cut the smoke Am7 Em7 Dsus I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke Dsus Dsus In the car, headed home Am7 Em7 Dsus She asked if I had considered the prospect of living alone Dsus Dsus With a stake, held to my eye Am7 Em7 Dsus I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye Am7 Em7 Dsus And another brief chapter without any answers blew by D D/G D D/G And the songs that she sang in the shower are stuck in my head D Asus D Like Bring Out The Dead. Breakfast In Bed. D D/G D D/G And experience robs me of hope that she’ll make it back home D Asus D So I’m stuck on my own. I’m stuck on my own. In a room, by myself Looks like I’m here with a guy that I judge worse than anyone else So I pace, and I pray And I repeat the mantra’s that might keep me clean for the day And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear Like Wish You Were Here, how I wish you were here. And experience robs me of hope that you’ll ever return So I breathe and I burn. I breathe and I burn. [Bridge] D - D/C# D/B A D/G And the church bells are ringing for those who are easy to please D/B A D/G Asus And the frost on the ground prob’ly envy’s the frost on the trees And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind Like Yesterday’s Wine, like Yesterday’s Wine And experience tells me that I’ll never hear them again Not thinking of them. Not thinking of them. |