Modern Baseball – Mass Re-Done (Guitar)

    E           A          Amaj7/G#      A*           E*          E/D#       C#m7
E|------------------------|--------------------|------0-----------0-----------0--
B|------------------------|--------------------|------0-----------0-----------0--
G|--1-----------1---------|--------------------|------9-----------9-----------9--
D|--2-----------2---------|--6-----------7-----|------9-----------9-----------9--
A|--2-----------0---------|--7-----------7-----|------7-----------6-----------x--
E|--0-----------0---------|--4-----------5-----|------------------------------9--

E
Pulled over at midday

            A
The joker's still wet behind the ears

               E
You read off a novel of novice citations

            A
Outside the service station, the glue sets beneath our heels

Amaj7/G#           A*
My baby's in Massachusetts

                         E*
And all this booze is useless

        E/D#                  C#m7
Sunset, sing my scratched-out sighing soul to sleep

Amaj7/G#                A*
And the cashier here is ruthless

                         E*
Jeanette, I wrote your name down

              E/D#
But I'd hate that job as much as you do

          C#m7
If I was stuck between

A*
Brunswick and Jefferson too

E
Days like this, I miss listening to records

A
Making Chili together, dirt roads and dead-and streets

E                                              A
I tried sleeping at MJ without you last night, but that didn't work at all, 'cause I couldn't sleep

Amaj7/G#                            A*
Sometimes, I wish it was still last summer, Aand you and I still lived in fuckin' West Philly

               E*                 E/D#                 C#m7
And we weren't playing a show in Nebraska, or Austin, Texas

            A*                     B
Asking the kids what they ate for breakfast

Amaj7/G#              A*
But here I am, Valero bathroom

               A*                    E
Who's paid to keep these things cliché?

       E/D#               B
Bury me beneath New York State

                A
It's the only place where I feel dead

Amaj7/G#           A*
My baby's in Massachusetts

                         E*
And all this booze is useless

        E/D#                  C#m7
Sunset, sing my scratched-out sighing soul to sleep

Amaj7/G#                A*
And the cashier here is ruthless

     E*                   E/D#
But I'd hate that job as much as you do

          C#m7
If I was stuck between