Jason Isbell : Southeastern

Capo:

I

D

G

D

G

D

A heart on the run, keeps a hand on a gun, it can't trust anyone

D

G

D

I was so sure, what I needed was more, tried to shoot out the sun

Bm

G

D

In days when we raged, we flew off the page, such damage was done

D

G

D

But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew, I was meant for someone

D

G

D

So girl leave your boots by the bed we ain't leavin' this room

D

G

D

Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom

Em

G

Bm

It's cold in this house and I ain't goin' out to chop wood

D

G

D

So cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good

D

G

D

Put your faith to the test, when I tore off your dress, in Richmond on high I sobered up, I swore off that stuff, forever this time And the old lovers sing "I thought it'd be me who helped him get home" But home was a dream, one I'd never seen, till you came along So girl hang your dress up to dry, we ain't leavin' this room Till Percy Priest breaks open wide and the river runs through Carries this house on the stones like a piece of driftwood Cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good

D

G

D

x2

So girl leave your boots by the bed we ain't leavin' this room Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom It's cold in this house and I ain't goin' out to chop wood So cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good Cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good

D

G

D

Capo:

II

G

/f#

Em

D

C

G

C

G

C

G

/f#

I've heard love songs, make a Georgia man cry

Em

D

C

On the shoulder of somebody's Saturday night

G

C

G

C

G

/f#

Read the good book, studied it too

Em

D

C

But nothing prepared me for livin' with you

D

Em

C

G

Lock me up tight in these shackles I wear

Em

D

C

G

Tied up the keys in the folds of your hair

Em

D

C

And the difference with me is I used to not care

G

C

G

Stockholm let me go home

G

C

G

C

G

/f#

Once a wise man to the ways of the world

Em

D

C

Now I've traded those lessons for faith in a girl

G

C

G

C

G

/f#

Cross the ocean, thousand years from my home

Em

D

C

In this frozen old city of silver and stone

D

Em

C

G

Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff

Em

D

C

G

Don't move an inch when their anchor goes up

Em

D

C

And the difference in me is I'm falling in love

G

C

Stockholm let me go home

G

C

G

Let me go home

Am

C

G

D

And the night so long I used to pray for the daylight to come

Am

C

G

D

Folks back home surely have called off the search and gone back to their own

G

/f#

Em

D

G

/f#

Em

D

G

/f#

D

Em

C

G

Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff

Em

D

C

G

Don't move an inch when their anchor goes up

Em

D

C

And the difference in me is I'm falling in love

G

C

Stockholm let me go home

G

C

G

Let me go home

G

/f#

Em

D

C

G

Let me go home...

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Am

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Am7/g

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Am

Am7/g

Fmaj7

Mountain's rough this time of year

C/g

They close the highway down

G

They don't warn the town I've been fighting second gear For fifteen miles or so Trying to beat the angry snow

Em

Dm

I know every town worth passing through

C/g

But what good does knowing do

G

With no one to show it to

C/g

I've grown tired of traveling alone

G

Tired of traveling alone

Am

I've grown tired of traveling alone

Am7/g

Fmaj7

Won't you ride with me I've grown tired of traveling alone Tired of traveling alone I've grown tired of traveling alone Won't you ride with me

C/g

G

Won't you ride, won't you ride I quit talking to myself And listening to the radio A long, long time ago Damn near strangled by my appetite In Ybor City on a Friday night Couldn't even stand upright So high, the street girls wouldn't take my pay She said come see me on a better day And she just danced away I've grown tired of traveling alone Tired of traveling alone I've grown tired of traveling alone Won't you ride with me I've grown tired of traveling alone Tired of traveling alone I've grown tired of traveling alone Won't you ride with me Won't you ride, won't you ride

Ab

Pain in the outside lane

Bb

C/g

I'm tired of answering to myself

Ab

Heart like a rebuilt part

Bb

C/g

I don't know how much it's got left

G

How much it's got left |

C/g

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G

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Am

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Am7/g

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Fmaj7

| | I've grown tired of traveling alone Tired of traveling alone I've grown tired of traveling alone Won't you ride with me I've grown tired of traveling alone Tired of traveling alone I've grown tired of traveling alone Won't you ride with me Won't you ride, won't you ride |

Am

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Am7/g

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Fmaj7

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Capo:

V

Em7 020030

G6 320030

Em7

G6

A7sus4

x4

Em7

G6

A7sus4

She said Andy, you're better than your past

Em7

G6

A7sus4

Winked at me and drained her glass

Em7

G6

A7sus4

Em7

G6

A7sus4

Cross-legged on the barstool, like nobody sits anymore She said Andy, you're taking me home But I knew she planned to sleep alone I'd carry her to bed and sweep up the hair from her floor

Cadd9

Dsus2

If I'd fucked her before she got sick

G6

Dsus2/f#

Em7

I'd never hear the end of it

Cadd9

Dsus2

Em7

She don't have the spirit for that now

Cadd9

Dsus2

We just drink our drinks and laugh out loud

G6

Dsus2/f#

Em7

And bitch about the weekend crowd

Cadd9

Dsus2

Em7

G6

A7sus4

And try to ignore the elephant somehow

Em7

G6

A7sus4

Somehow

Em7

G6

A7sus4

x2

She said Andy, you crack me up Seagram's in a coffee cup Sharecropper eyes and her hair almost all gone When she was drunk she made cancer jokes Made up her own doctor's notes Surrounded by her family, I saw that she was dying alone I'd sing her classic country songs And she'd get high and sing along She don't have a voice to sing with now We'd burn these joints in effigy Cry about what we used to be And try to ignore the elephant somehow Somehow I've buried her a thousand times Given up my place in line But I don't give a damn about that now There's one thing that's real clear to me No one dies with dignity

Cadd9

Dsus2

Em7

We just try to ignore the elephant somehow We just try to ignore the elephant somehow

Cadd9

Dsus2

Em7

G6

A7sus4

We just try to ignore the elephant somehow

Em7

G6

A7sus4

Somehow Somehow

A

E

A

E

A

From the sky we look so organized and brave

D

E

A

(

G#

) Walls that make up barricades and graves

F#m

D

A

(

C#

)

D

Daddy's little empire built by hand and built by slaves

A

E

A

From the sky we look so organized and brave In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt Drunken tears and tugging at your skirt If only you could tell me then what part of you got hurt In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt

F#m

A

D

A

Take my hand baby, we're over land

F#m

A

E

I know flying over water makes you cry

F#m

A

D

A

Where's that liquor cart? Maybe we shouldn't start

F#m

A

E

But I can't for the life of me say why From the sky to highway straight as it could be A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee Still somehow these ditches took the better part of me From the sky to highway straight as it could be Take my hand baby we're over land I know flying over water makes you cry Been in the sky so long, seems like the long way home But I can't for the life of me say why

Bm

F#m

Did we leave our love behind?

Bm

F#m

E

Did we leave our love behind?

Bm

F#m

Did we leave our love behind?

Bm

F#m

E

Did we leave our love behind?

Instrumental chorus

Take my hand baby we're over land I know flying over water makes you cry Been in the sky so long, seems like the long way home But I can't for the life of me say why Did we leave our love behind? Did we leave our love behind?

Intro and verse pattern:

Riff1

Riff2

G/b

F#/a

E/g

D/f#

C/e

G/b

F#/a

E/g

D/f#

C/g

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Staring at the pictures of the runaways on the wall Seems like, these days, you couldn't run away at all Even if you did, what you got to run away to Just another drunk daddy with a white man's point of view I can see you in my mind's eye, catching light Sleep beside the river if we make it out of town tonight You can strip in Portland from the day you turn sixteen You got one thing to sell and benzodiazepine

D

G/b

Cadd9

Ten years ago I might have seen you dancing in a different light

D

G/b

Cadd9

And offered up my help in different ways

Riff1

But those were different days

Riff2

Those were different days Had a girl back home and we shared her single bed When I whispered in her ear, she believed every word I said If she didn't believe, she didn't dare give me slack Or it was "Baby, I love you, get off of my goddamn back" Time went by and I left and I left again Jesus loves a sinner but the highway loves a sin My daddy told me, I believe he told me true that "The right thing's always the hardest thing to do" Ten years ago I might have stuck around for another night And used her in a thousand different ways But those were different days Those were different days

D

G/b

Cadd9

G

And the story's only mine to live and die with

D

G/b

Cadd9

G

The answer's only mine to come across

D

G/b

Cadd9

G

But the ghosts that I got scared and I got high with

D

Cadd9

Look a little lost Ten years ago I might have thought I didn't have the right To say the things an outlaw wouldn't say

Riff1

But those were different days

Riff2

Those were different days

Riff1

Riff2

Those were different days

There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around

Dm

Am7

Fmaj7

Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down

Am

C/b

C

I was rougher than the timber shipping out of Fond du Lac

Dm

Am7

Fmaj7

When I headed south at seventeen, the sheriff on my back

Am

C/b

C

I'd never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze

Dm

Am7

Fmaj7

So I found another victim every couple days But the night I fell in love with her, I made my weakness known To the fighters and the farmers digging dusty fields alone The jealous innuendos of the lonely-hearted men Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in Well you couldn't stay a loner on the plains before the war When my neighbors took to slighting me, I had to ask what for Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town Soon she'd heard about the boys I used to hang around We'd robbed a Great Lakes freighter, killed a couple men aboard When I told her, her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword All the things that she'd suspected, I'd expected her to fear Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here

Am

C/b

C

There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be

Dm

Am7

Fmaj7

And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me

Am

C/b

C

And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around

Dm

Am7

Fmaj7

Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down

Instrumental verse

Well I carved her cross from live oak and her box from short-leaf pine And buried her so deep, she'd touch the water table line And picked up what I needed and I headed south again To myself, I wondered, "Would I ever find another friend" There's a man who walks beside her, he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Based on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3zb8ZpAzRc

D* 054030

D*

On a lark, on a whim

Am7

Em7

D*

I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them

D*

And his fist, cut the smoke

Am7

Em7

D*

I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke

D*

In the car, headed home

Am7

Em7

D*

She asked if I had considered the prospect of living alone

D*

With a steak, held to my eye

Am7

Em7

D*

I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye

Am7

Em7

D*

And another brief chapter without any answers blew by

D

G

D

G

And the songs that she sang in the shower are stuck in my head

D

Asus4

D

Like Bring Out The Dead. Breakfast In Bed

D

G

D

G

And experience robs me of hope that she'll make it back home

D

Asus4

D

So I'm stuck on my own. I'm stuck on my own

D*

In a room, by myself

Am7

Em7

D*

Looks like I'm here with a guy that I judge worse than anyone else

D*

So I pace, and I pray

Am7

Em7

D*

And I repeat the mantras that might keep me clean for the day And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear Like Wish You Were Here, how I wish you were here And experience robs me of hope that you'll ever return So I breathe and I burn, I breathe and I burn

D

A/c#

Bm

A

G

And the church bells are ringing for those who are easy to please

Bm

A

G

Asus4

And the frost on the ground probably envies the frost on the trees And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind Like Yesterday's Wine, like Yesterday's Wine And experience tells me that I'll never hear them again Not thinking of then, not thinking of then

G

Asus4

D

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

II

D

G

D

Here we sit, across the table from each other

G

D

A thousand miles from both our mothers

E7

A

Barely old enough to rust

D

G

D

Here we sit, pretending both our hearts are anchored

G

D

Taking candy from these strangers

A

D

Amidst the diesel and the dust Here we sit, singing words nobody taught us Drinking fire and spitting sawdust Trying to teach ourselves to breathe We haven't yet, but every chorus brings us closer Every flyer and every poster Gives a piece of what we need

G

D

And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold

G

A

You'd be better off to drink your coffee black

D

/c#

/b

/a

G

D

But I swear, the land, it listened to the stories that we told

D

A

G

D

God bless the busted boat that brings us back Morning's rough, it don't give a damn about the mission Has no aesthetic or tradition Only lessons never learned And I'd had enough, about a month ago tomorrow Parting holds no trace of sorrow For the bitter and the burned And the piss they call tequila even Waylon wouldn't drink Well I'd rather sip this Listerine I packed But I swear I've never seen a better place to sit and think God bless the busted ship that brings us back

Violin over verse chords

And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold You'd be better of to drink your coffee black But I swear, the land, it listened to the stories that we told God bless the busted boat that brings us back God bless the busted boat that brings us back

Violin over second half of verse chords

G

C

G

Don't wanna die in a Super 8 Motel

C

G

Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well

C

G

E7

If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off sleeping in the county jail

D

G

Don't wanna die in a super 8 Motel

G

D

Having such a sweet night, audience is just right, drinking like a pirate do

D

G

Don't want to sleep yet, buddy it's a good bet I'll raise more hell than you Do a couple rails and chase your own tail and talk about the bad old days Trimmer in a t-shirt, telling me her heart hurt, Honey let me count the ways Then a big boy busted in screaming at his girlfriend waving around a Fungo bat Bass player stepping up, brandishing a coffee cup, took it in the baby fat Don't wanna die in a Super 8 Motel Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off sleeping in the county jail Don't wanna die in a super 8 Motel Well I finally got the room clear, bleeding from the left ear, feeling pretty bad for the maid Lost a couple drinks and my dinner in a sink and I woke up with the bed still made Wasn't quite morning and I wasn't quite breathing, my heart way up in my throat The girl starts screaming and the maid starts screaming and it looks like that's all she wrote Well they slapped me back to life and they telephoned my wife and they filled me full of Pedialyte Some are guts, some are glory, it would make a great story if I ever could remember it right Don't wanna die in a Super 8 Motel Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off sleeping in the county jail Don't wanna die in a super 8 Motel

D

C

G

I don't want to die in a Super 8 Motel

Intro of verse chords

Am

C/b

C

I can barely make out

Am

C/b

C

G

Fmaj7

A little light from the house on the cul-de-sac

Am

Fmaj7

C

G

Fmaj7

Am

A bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair I've watched you in class Your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered up Head to your toes, so nobody will notice you

G

Em

Fmaj7

I might not be a man yet

C

But that bastard will never be

G

Gsus4

G

So I'm cleaning my Weatherby

Am

Am/g

Fmaj7

I sight in my scope, and I hope against hope

Am

I hope against hope

Na-na-na over instrumental verse

Your mother seems nice I don't understand why she won't say anything As if she can't see who he turned out to be

Am

G

Em

Fmaj7

I might not be a man yet

C

But your father will never be

G

Gsus4

G

So I load up my Weatherby

Am

Am/g

Fmaj7

I let out my breath, and I couple with death

Am

I couple with death

Instrumental chorus

Saw your father last night In the window the light made a silhouette Saw him hold you that way He won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

G6 5x0050

G(b5) 540030

F#m 4x0030

Dsus2

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G6

Dsus2

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

Dsus2

D

Are you having a long day

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G6

Everyone you meet rubs you the wrong way

G

Dsus2

D

Dirty city streets smell like an ashtray

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G(b5)

G

Morning bells are ringing in your ear

Dsus2

D

Is your brother on a church kick

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G6

G

Seems like just a different kind of dopesick

Dsus2

D

Better off to teach a dog a card trick

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G(b5)

A

Than try to have a point and make it clear

Bm

A

G

F#m

You should know, compared to people on a global scale

Em

F#m

G

A

Our kind has had it relatively easy

Bm

A

G

F#m

And here with you there's always something to look forward to

Em

F#m

G

My angry heart beats relatively easy

Dsus2

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

Dsus2

D

I lost a good friend

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G6

G

At Christmastime when folks go off the deep end

Dsus2

D

His woman took the kids and he took Klonopin

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G(b5)

Enough to kill a man of twice his size

A

Bm

Not for me to understand

A

G

Remember him when he was still a proud man

A

Bm

A vandal's smile, a baseball in his right hand

A

G

A

Nothing but the blue sky in his eyes Still, compared to those a stone's throw away from you Our lives have both been relatively easy Take a year and make a break there ain't that much at stake The answers could be relatively easy

Dsus2

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

Dsus2

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

F#m

Em

F#m

G

Watch that lucky man walk to work again

D

A

Asus4

He may not have a friend left in the world

Em

F#m

G

See him walking home again to sleep alone

D

A

Asus4

I step into a shop to buy a postcard for a girl

Dsus2

D

I broke the law boys

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G(b5)

Shooting out the windows of my loft, boys

Dsus2

D

When they picked me up, I made a big noise

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

G(b5)

A

Everything to blame except my mind I should say, I keep your picture with me every day The evenings now are relatively easy And here with you there's always something to look forward to My lonely heart beats relatively easy My lonely heart beats relatively easy

Dsus2

D

Dsus2

Dsus4

D

Dsus2

G

Dsus2

D

Jason Isbell : Southeastern
2013

Cover Me Up

Stockholm

Traveling Alone

Elephant

Flying Over Water

Different Days

Live Oak

Songs That She Sang In The Shower

New South Wales

Super 8

Yvette

Relatively Easy

Jason Isbell : Southeastern 2013

Cover Me Up

Stockholm

Traveling Alone

Elephant

Flying Over Water

Different Days

Live Oak

Songs That She Sang In The Shower

New South Wales

Super 8

Yvette

Relatively Easy

Jason Isbell : Southeastern
2013