Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band – Get Well Cards (Guitar)

       G                       Bm
All the peacock people left the plumes in a pile

C                      Em
They look good to a fault

       G                         Bm
And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub

        C                   D 
Full of lavender and epsom salt

       G                       Bm
See a bleach blond boy put his long board down

        C                       Em 
Help his girl get her sunscreen on

      G                        Bm  
I thought about you in your little house

            C                      D
Think you're lonely but I could be wrong and...

C                D     
I wanna be your bootlegger

C                          D
Wanna mix you up something strange

C                      D
Braid your hair like a sister

C                     D
Name you like a hurricane

G              D                              C      Em
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

          G             D           C          D
He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh

G              D                              C      Em
Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

            G                  D
He's got a get-well-card to deliver

          C         Am                 C         G
He's gonna do it by hand, he's gonna do it by hand

          G                    Bm
Now they drive the cars up and down the beach

        C                      Em
It's ridiculous and everybody knows

         G                    Bm
Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop

        C                          D
You get ghosted when the light says go

         G                       Bm
But in a town like this, in the checkered flag dawn

         C                           Em
It's so empty you could make somebody dream

     G                      Bm 
So maybe it's you, in your four-post bed

       C                                  D 
Sound asleep but still grindin' your teeth and...

C                  D 
I wanna be your happiness

C                             D
I wanna be your common sense pain

C                     D
Wrap your head in a picket fence

C                     D
Rebuild after the hurricane

G              D                              C      Em
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

          G             D           C              D
He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm still not mad

G              D                              C      Em
Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

            G                  D
He's got a get-well-card to deliver

          C         Am                
He's gonna do it by hand,

            C                 D         
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

           Bm                 C
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

           Am                 D            G  
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand

G Bm C D
      Ohhh

G              D                              C      Em
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

          G             D           C              D
He's got my letters to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh

G              D                              C      Em
Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

            G                  D
He's got a head stack now to deliver         

       C             Am                
He's wants to do it by hand

            C                 D         
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

           Bm                 C
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

           Am
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

           Am7               C            G
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand