'tis The Damn Season Ukulele tab

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Bb                                 C4 
  If I wanted to know who you were hanging with 
            C4 
While I was gone, I would have asked you 
Bb                               C4 
  It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass 
      C4 
But I felt it when I passed you 
Bb                                         C4 
  There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me 
Bb 
  But if it's all the same to you 
         C4 
It's the same to me 
  


                    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                 C4    C      C4 
And it always leads to you in my hometown 
  


Bb                                  C4 
  I parkеd my car right between the Methodist 
          C4 
  And thе school that used to be ours 
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  The holidays linger like bad perfume 
          C4 
  You can run, but only so far 
Bb                                   C4 
  I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave 
Bb                                 C4 
  But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me 
  


                    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                 C4    C      C4 
And it always leads to you in my hometown 
  


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                   C4      C  C4 
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 

 
                   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                 C4    C      C4 
And it always leads to you in my hometown 
       Bb                         C      C4  Bb  C4 
And it always leads to you in my hometown