Noah Kahan – Stick Season (Guitar)

N.C.   A
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

              E
You must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive

                 F#m
'Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign

D
Kept on driving straight and left our future to the right

         A
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face

            E
And memories are something even smoking weed does not replace

         F#m
And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains

D
Doc told me to travel but there's COVID on the planes

     A/E*                                                  E*
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

        F#m*
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim

          D*                       D
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas

        A
And I'll dream each night of some version of you

      E
That I might not have but I did not lose

         F#m
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes

       D                         E                   A
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh

N.C. A
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad

             E
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad

        F#m
No, I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh

    D
You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

     A/E                                                   E
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

        F#m
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim

          D         
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas

        A
And I'll dream each night of some version of you

      E
That I might not have but I did not lose

         F#m
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes

       D                         E                   A
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do ooh ooh

A                     E
Oh, that'll have to do

                F#m
My other half was you

                        D
I hope this pain's just passing through

      E
But I doubt it

     A/E*                                                  E*
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks and I

        F#m*
And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim

          D*                       D
I'll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas

        A
And I'll dream each night of some version of you

      E
That I might not have but I did not lose

         F#m
Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes

       D                         E
And I'm split in half but that'll have to do

              A*
Have to do ooh