Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit – Alabama Pines (Guitar)

C                                                              C/B  
Well I moved into this room, if you could call it that, a week ago.

Am
I never do what I'm supposed to do.

           Am7/G            Fmaj7
I hardly even know my name anymore.

                                     C
When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away.

C                                                            C/B  
I can't get to sleep at night. The parking lot's so loud and bright.

    Am
The a/c hasn't worked in twenty years.

               Am7/G   Fmaj7
Probably never made a single person cold,

                                       C
but I can't say the same for me. I've done it many times.

         C/B     Am            Am7/G Fmaj7        C 
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

C                                                    C/B  
You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October.

Am                                             Am7/G
Head up north to Jacksonville. Cut around and over.

      Fmaj7
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs.

                                      C
They ain't got a thing to do. They'll get you every time.

         C/B     Am           Am7/G Fmaj7        C 
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

         C/B     Am           Am7/G Fmaj7        C 
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

C   C/B   Am   Am7/G Fmaj7
Ohh Ohhh  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

C   C/B   Am   Am7/G Fmaj7
Ohh Ohhh  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

       C                                                     C/B  
If we pass through on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wayne's.

         Am                                     Am7/G
It's the only open liquor store north, and I can't stand the pain

Fmaj7
of being by myself without a little help

     C
on a Sunday afternoon.

C                                                    C/B  
I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline.

Am
I tried to be some ancient kind of man,

                 Am7/G    Fmaj7
one that's never seen the beauty in the world,

                                          C
but I tried to chase it down... tried to make the whole thing mine.

         C/B     Am            Am7/G Fmaj7      C 
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

         C/B     Am            Am7/G Fmaj7      C 
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

C   C/B   Am   Am7/G Fmaj7
Ohh Ohhh  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

C   C/B   Am   Am7/G Fmaj7
Ohh Ohhh  Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

            C                                                    C/B  
I've been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two.

Am
I never do what I'm supposed to do.

              Am7/G       Fmaj7
I don't even need a name anymore.

                                    C
When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away.

C                                                       C/B  
No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about.

Am                                             Am7/G
The liberties that we can't do without seem to disappear

     Fmaj7
like ghosts in the air.

                                   C
When we don't even care, it truly vanishes away.