Gregory Alan Isakov – I Used To Have A Couch (Guitar)

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I used to have a couch, but now I have this piano

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I guess you'll have to sleep in my bed

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The winter nights howling, the graveyard is weeping

C          G        F
The poets are all dead

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Tonight is the night, lets get drunk on these juices

C
The steeple's the Saturday Song

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Hey God and all, his arms are wrapped around everyone

C
Expect you and me   (Strum with pick)

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What kind of fate would it be

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The lovers upstairs, yea they're shaking the ceiling

        C
Lets be louder than them

  F
Ringing

                         C
I'll see you the same time tomorrow