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[Intro]
| C | - | Am |
[Verse 1]
G F C
It's rainin' out in Soho, you're tellin' me,
"Don't go"
Am
Tucked outside a bar door,
what are we alive for?
G F
I could call a car or we can walk down the avenue
I wrote a song for you
C
About that spot in Ireland,
you got on the table when
Am
That man played his sad songs for me and all my drunken
friends
G
You danced there and I did too
F
That night, I wrote a song for you
C
And you remind me of some old timey photo that I saw
Am
In the doorway on a long day,
in your blacklace bra
G
Started writin' when I met you,
I'll be writin' when I die
F
This song for you
[Chorus]
C G Am F
I heard you told your daddy 'bout some boy in the city
C G
"He's Oklahoma trash,
Am F
but he's real kind with me"
C G Am F
Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes
G C
But I wrote this song for you
[Post-Chorus]
C |
| - - - Am | - - - F | - - - C | - - -
[Verse 2]
C
Deep within my lower spine,
I see you drinkin' summer wine
Am
At a venue out in Dublin,
back when I said nothin'
G
Wish I'd said then the things I'm thinkin' now
F
I wrote a song for you
C
And all these people tellin' me I ain't what I used to be
Am
But you've known me since I was naive and twentythree
G
I could give a shit about what these people say I am
F
I wrote a song for you
C
And I feel like a kid again when you start askin' questions
Am
About my mama, Oklahoma,
or the way I'm sleepin'
G
When they took the boy you knew,
sold him for profit
F
I had you in my arms last night,
but I lost it
[Chorus]
C Am G
F C Am G F
I heard you told your daddy 'bout some boy in the city
C G
"He's Oklahoma trash,
Am F
but he's real kind with me"
C G Am F
Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes
G C
But I wrote this one for you
F G C
Yeah, I wrote this one for you
[Post-Chorus]
| C | Am | G | F |
[Outro]
C
Maybe you'll move on,
do somethin' different
Am
Find yourself a sober man who golfs and is Christian
G
But in ev'rything I say and in ev'rything I do
F
I wrote this song for you
[Intro]
| C | - | Am |
[Verse 1]
| G |
| F | C | Am | G |
| F | C | Am | G |
| F | C | Am | G |
| F |
It's rainin' out in Soho, you're tellin' me,
"Don't go"
Tucked outside a bar door,
what are we alive for?
I could call a car or we can walk down the avenue
I wrote a song for you
About that spot in Ireland,
you got on the table when
That man played his sad songs for me and all my drunken
friends
You danced there and I did too
That night, I wrote a song for you
And you remind me of some old timey photo that I saw
In the doorway on a long day,
in your blacklace bra
Started writin' when I met you,
I'll be writin' when I die
This song for you
[Chorus]
| C G Am F | - - - C | G Am F - |
| - - C G | Am F - - | - - G C | - - -
I heard you told your daddy 'bout some boy in the city
"He's Oklahoma trash,
but he's real kind with me"
Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes
But I wrote this song for you
[Post-Chorus]
C |
| - - - Am | - - - F | - - - C | - - -
[Verse 2]
C |
| - - - Am | - - - G | - - - F | - - - C |
| - - - Am | - - - G | - - - F | - - - C |
| - - - Am | - - - G | - - - F | - - -
Deep within my lower spine,
I see you drinkin' summer wine
At a venue out in Dublin,
back when I said nothin'
Wish I'd said then the things I'm thinkin' now
I wrote a song for you
And all these people tellin' me I ain't what I used to be
But you've known me since I was naive and twentythree
I could give a shit about what these people say I am
I wrote a song for you
And I feel like a kid again when you start askin' questions
About my mama, Oklahoma,
or the way I'm sleepin'
When they took the boy you knew,
sold him for profit
I had you in my arms last night,
but I lost it
[Chorus]
C |
| - - - Am | - - - G | - - - F | - - - C |
| Am G F - | - - C G | Am F - - | - C G Am |
| F - - - | - G C - | - - F G | C - - - |
I heard you told your daddy 'bout some boy in the city
"He's Oklahoma trash,
but he's real kind with me"
Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes
But I wrote this one for you
Yeah, I wrote this one for you
[Post-Chorus]
| C | Am | G | F |
[Outro]
| C | Am | G | F |
Maybe you'll move on,
do somethin' different
Find yourself a sober man who golfs and is Christian
But in ev'rything I say and in ev'rything I do
I wrote this song for you
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