Jason Isbell : Misc

From the album Something More Than Free (2015)

G

This is how you make yourself vanish into nothing

C

And this is how you make yourself worthy of the love that she

Em

D

Gave to you back when you didn't own a beautiful thing This is how you make yourself call your mother And this is how you make yourself closer to your brother And remember him back when he was small enough to help you sing

C

Em

You thought God was an architect, now you know

C

Em

He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow

C

Em

And everything you built, that's all for show

D

C

Em

C

G

D

C

G

D7sus4

Goes up in flames in 24 frames This is how you see yourself floating on the ceiling And this is how you help her when her heart stops beating What happened to the part of you that noticed every changing wind This is how you talk to her when no one else is listening And this is how you help her when the muse goes missing You vanish so she can go drowning in a dream again You thought God was an architect, now you know He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow And everything you built that's all for show Goes up in flames in 24 frames You thought God was an architect, now you know He's sitting in a black car ready to go You made some new friends after the show But you'll forget their names in 24 frames In 24 frames

C

Capo:

IV

From the album Here We Rest (2011)

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 I can't get to sleep at night, the parking lot's so loud and bright The A/C hasn't worked in twenty years Probably never made a single person cold but I can't say the same for me, I've done it many times

C

/b

Am

/g

Fmaj7

C

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October Just head up north to Jacksonville, cut around and over Watch your speed in Boiling Springs They ain't got a thing to do, they'll get you every time Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines

C

/b

Am

/g

Fmaj7

Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh If we pass through on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wayne's It's the only open liquor store north And I can't stand the pain of being by myself Without a little help on a Sunday afternoon Well, I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline I tried to be some ancient kind of man One that's never seen the beauty in the world But I tried to chase it down, tried to make the whole thing mine Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh I've been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two I never do what I'm supposed to do I don't even need a name anymore When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about The liberties that we can't do without Seem to disappear like ghosts in the air When we don't even care, it truly vanishes away

Capo:

-II

From the album The Nashville Sound (2017)

Em/a

Bm

C

x2

Em/a

G

x2

Dsus4

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Em/a

Bm

C

It's not the long flowing dress that you're in

Em/a

Bm

C

Or the light coming off of your skin

Em/a

G

The fragile heart you protected for so long

Em/a

G

Dsus4

Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong It's not your hands, searching slow in the dark Or your nails leaving love's watermark It's not the way you talk me off the roof Your questions like directions to the truth

C

G

It's knowing that this can't go on forever

C

G

Dsus4

Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone

C

Em/a

Maybe we'll get forty years together

Dsus4

C

Em/a

Dsus4

But one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone If we were vampires and death was a joke We'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke And laugh at all the lovers and their plans I wouldn't feel the need to hold your hand Maybe time running out is a gift I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift To give you every second I can find And hope it isn't me who's left behind It's knowing that this can't go on forever Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone Maybe we'll get forty years together But one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone

Em/a

Bm

C

x2

From the album Something More Than Free (2015)

[Show chord shapes]

Dadd4add9: x54030

G

C

G

When I get home from work I'll call up all my friends

G/f#

Em7

C

G

And we'll go bust up something beautiful we'll have to build again When I get home from work I'll wrestle off my clothes And leave em right inside the front door 'cause nobody's home to know

D

You see a hammer finds a nail

C

G

And a freight train needs the rails

D

Am7

And I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do

Em7

D

C

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts

Em7

D

C

Cmaj7

I'm just lucky to have the work

Em7

D

C

Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church

Em7

D

C

But I thank God for the work

G

C/g

x2

When I get my reward my work will all be done And I will sit back in my chair beside the father and the son No more holes to fill and no more rocks to break And no more loading boxes on the trucks for someone else's sake 'Cause a hammer needs a nail And the poor man's up for sale Guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work And every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt But I thank God for the work

Dadd4add9

C

And the day will come when I'll find a reason And somebody proud to love a man like me My back is numb, my hands are freezing What I'm working for is something more than free And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church But I thank God for the work But I thank God for the work

G

C/g

x4

G

Jason Isbell : Misc

24 Frames

Alabama Pines

If We Were Vampires

Something More Than Free