Song: Louisiana Hot Sauce Rainy Nights
I always mess up the formatting but here's how I like to play this awesome song.
Verse
[E] [-] [A] [-] [C#m] [-] [B]
[A] [-] [E] [-] [A] [-] [E] [-] [A] [-] [B]
Chorus
E - C#m - A - B (4x)
[E]Been a long, long time;
[A]I have been playing things through in my mind.
[C#m]Prison equals narrative, and separation is damnation fo[B]r our kind.
[A]You spent years chasing after a mess[E]
[A]But easy livin' doesn't pay the rent.[E]
[A]So put stakes in words and wastelands, leave the machinery for the rest[B].
[E]It was a smoke-filled room in Columbus in May
[A]Bottles on the ground in a desolate place, yeah.
[C#m]Baby, I must have missed you, but I can't remember feeli[B]ng all that sad.
[A]I must have hit every bar in that town.[E]
[A]I must have made a damn fool of myself.[E]
[A]I woke up more than once on the sidewalk that y[B]ear.
But it's not [E]crazy to gamble away [C#m]all those Louis[A]iana Hot Sauce rainy night[B]s.
It's not cra[E]zy to get your shoes and j[C#m]ust start walking until the[A] sun comes up.[B]
Got mile[E]s to go, still miles to g[C#m]et there.
[A]Maybe it'll be this car tha[B]t makes it.
[E]But I am not an uncondit[C#m]ional believer.[A][B]
[E]I got more pockets than pennies these days
[A]And I keep coming up with reasons to leave this place.
[C#m]It's like honey spilled on the table: an invitation for a[B]nother pest.
[A]But I got more space to fill.[E]
[A]A few more breaths to breathe in.[E]
[A]Something other than more time to sleep.[B]
But it's not crazy[E] to gamble away [C#m]all those Louisian[A]a Hot Sauce rainy nights[B].
It's not cra[E]zy to get your shoes and j[C#m]ust start walking until the[A] sun comes up.[B]
Got mile[E]s to go, still miles to g[C#m]et there.
[A]Maybe it'll be this car tha[B]t makes it.
[E]But I am not an uncondit[C#m]ional believer.[A][B]
I always mess up the formatting but here's how I like to play this awesome song.
Verse
[E] [-] [A] [-] [C#m] [-] [B]
[A] [-] [E] [-] [A] [-] [E] [-] [A] [-] [B]
Chorus
E - C#m - A - B (4x)
[E]Been a long, long time;
[A]I have been playing things through in my mind.
[C#m]Prison equals narrative, and separation is damnation fo[B]r our kind.
[A]You spent years chasing after a mess[E]
[A]But easy livin' doesn't pay the rent.[E]
[A]So put stakes in words and wastelands, leave the machinery for the rest[B].
[E]It was a smoke-filled room in Columbus in May
[A]Bottles on the ground in a desolate place, yeah.
[C#m]Baby, I must have missed you, but I can't remember feeli[B]ng all that sad.
[A]I must have hit every bar in that town.[E]
[A]I must have made a damn fool of myself.[E]
[A]I woke up more than once on the sidewalk that y[B]ear.
But it's not [E]crazy to gamble away [C#m]all those Louis[A]iana Hot Sauce rainy night[B]s.
It's not cra[E]zy to get your shoes and j[C#m]ust start walking until the[A] sun comes up.[B]
Got mile[E]s to go, still miles to g[C#m]et there.
[A]Maybe it'll be this car tha[B]t makes it.
[E]But I am not an uncondit[C#m]ional believer.[A][B]
[E]I got more pockets than pennies these days
[A]And I keep coming up with reasons to leave this place.
[C#m]It's like honey spilled on the table: an invitation for a[B]nother pest.
[A]But I got more space to fill.[E]
[A]A few more breaths to breathe in.[E]
[A]Something other than more time to sleep.[B]
But it's not crazy[E] to gamble away [C#m]all those Louisian[A]a Hot Sauce rainy nights[B].
It's not cra[E]zy to get your shoes and j[C#m]ust start walking until the[A] sun comes up.[B]
Got mile[E]s to go, still miles to g[C#m]et there.
[A]Maybe it'll be this car tha[B]t makes it.
[E]But I am not an uncondit[C#m]ional believer.[A][B]
