Kathleen Edwards : Voyageur

Capo:

III

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G

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Gsus2

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G

Gsus2

The hottest days of the summer

G

Gsus2

They brought us here together

C

Csus2

C

Csus2

You know it's true But this cold heart's getting warmer Maybe come September I will feel brand new

G

Em

I'm moving to America Moving to America

C

Moving to America

Csus2

C

Csus2

It's an empty threat |

G

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Gsus2

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x2

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C

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Csus2

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x2

In the city I once said never I'm learning to say never, never Never ever 'Cause now I'm its favorite flower I'm blooming through the concrete cracks Of this condo tower

Repeat chorus x2

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D

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x4

C

Over the course of hours

D

My life hit thunder showers

C

Em

I hit my head until it bled

C

Em

D

Dsus4

D

I pressed reset, goddamn it

Repeat chorus x3

Instrumental chorus x2

The hottest days of the summer They brought us here together You know it's true

Am

C

F

Dm

x2

Am

I know your heart

C

It is a sacred thing

F

You're a comedian

Dm

You hide behind your funny face

Am

F

C

Em

Every time, every time Out of the shadows Out of the cameras and the lights You're a chameleon And you hide behind your darker side

Am

F

Every time, every time

C

I don't need a punchline

Em

Don't need a punchline Everybody's watching The way that I see you could not change I'll be your medium For everything you wanted to say 'Cause out of the shadows Out of the cameras and the lights I'm a chameleon I just hide behind the songs I write

F

G

See me smile, it's not for a funny joke

F

G

See me smile, it's not for a funny joke, it's for... Every time, every time I don't need a... Don't need a punchline Every time, every time I don't need a punchline

Solo over verse chords x2

F

G

See me smile, it's not for a funny joke

F

G

See me smile, it's not for a funny joke, it's for... Every time, every time I don't need a punchline Don't need a punchline Every time, every time I don't need a punchline Don't need a punchline Every time, every time I don't need a punchline

Am

F

G

Dm

(I don't need, I don't need, I don't need)

Am

F

G

Dm

Every time, every time

Am

F

Am

G

Am

Capo:

V

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G

/f#

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C

Csus2

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G

/a

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C

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x2

G

C

Callin' it quits, you think this is easy?

G

C

I swear I heard you call in the jury

Am

G

Call it a catch

C

Bm

Without any strings attached

C

G

Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land

C

Bm

The forest floor, the palms of your hands

C

D

(

G

) I'm lookin' for a soft place to land |

G

/f#

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C

Csus2

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G

/a

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C

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x2

I call it an ace, you've gotta believe me But you're callin' me names not to my face But you're calling my spade a bluff Callin' it love Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land The forest floor, the palms of your hands I'm lookin' for a soft place to land

C

D

C

D

C

Call me in the night

D

I don't mind, I don't care, I can't sleep Call me in the day, in my car, on my way

C

D

Call me by name, all I want is to hear you say Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land The forest floor, the palms of your hands Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land The forest floor, the palms of your hands

C

D

C

D

The palms of your hands The palms of your hands

G

C

G

C

x2

A/d xx0220

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Bm

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A/d

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G

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G

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x4

D

A/d

G

My love took a ride on a red-eye plane

D

A/d

G

Going home and we're never gonna feel the same

Bm

A/d

G

Change this feeling under my feet

Bm

A/d

G

Change the sheets, then change me |

Bm

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A/d

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G

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G

| My love is a stockpile of broken wills Like Santa Fe, Margaritas and sleeping pills

D

A/d

I wanna lie in the cracks of this lonely road

G

I can fill in the blanks for every time you don't phone

D

A/d

Here is the truth, I swear I used to be fun

G

Go ahead and run run run... Change this feeling under my feet Change the sheets, then change me Won't you change this feeling under my feet? |

Bm

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A/d

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G

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G

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x4

I wanna lie in the cracks of this lonely road I can fill in the blanks for every time you don't phone Here is the truth, I swear I was fun Go ahead and run run run Change this feeling under my feet Won't you change the sheets, and then change me Here is the truth, I swear I was fun Go ahead and run run run

Capo:

II

A

D

(

A

) You don't talk to me, not the way that you used to

A

D

E

Maybe I don't listen in a way that makes you think I do

F#m

E

A

E

Bm

F#m

E

I've been wondering about what we're gonna do

A

A house full of empty rooms

A

D

(

A

) You don't kiss me, not the way that I wish you would

A

D

E

Maybe I don't look at you in a way that makes you think you should

F#m

E

A

E

Bm

F#m

E

Still I've been thinking about how it's gonna be

A

Years of giving up your dreams

Bm

F#m

And I'm far from perfect

D

Bm

F#m

I'm far from anything but I swear that when we started

D

I used to make you happy

A

D

(

A

) But I don't know you, not the way that I thought I did

A

D

E

Maybe you don't know me and you don't wanna be the first to say

F#m

E

A

E

Bm

F#m

E

I've been wondering about what we're gonna do

F#m

E

A

E

Bm

F#m

E

And I've been wondering about what we're gonna do

F#m

E

A house full of empty rooms

A

A house full of empty rooms

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Am

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x4

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Am

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D

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x4

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Am

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D

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x4

Ooh...

Am

D

G

C

The taste of mint, you were a field of it While I couldn't say no to the taste of it

Am

D

God knows I want to (aah...) God knows I need to (aah...) God doesn't know you like I do |

Am

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D

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x2

Yeah, the taste of mint, under a midnight flit And while I couldn't just go and try to sleep on it God knows I want to (aah...) God knows I need to (aah...) God doesn't know you like I do

C

D

G

C

And I do... sha la la la la la

Am

D

G

C

D

I do... sha la la la la la |

Am

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D

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x4

C

/b

(

C

) And it's like you have been sent

C

/b

(

C

) Nothing good could come of it

C

/b

E

Lord knows I tried to be true God knows I want to (aah...) God doesn't know you like I do And I do... sha la la la la la I do... sha la la la la la |

Am

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D

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G

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! I want to take you

G

To all the places I thought we could

Bm

Cmaj7

I was feeling so lost for so long

Bm

Cmaj7

I was feeling so lost for so long

G

I didn't know what to do Sit up! Sit up! Sit up! I went and made you Breakfast in bed, coffee and juice I was feeling so lost for so long You were feeling so lost for so long

D

We didn't know what to do

C

G

You and I will be sidecars

C

G

There to chase down the hard stuff

C

G

C

G

There to chase down the hard stuff

Am

G

Wait up! Wait up! You let me show you

Am

G

C

All of the monsters I was holding on to So get up! Get up! Get up it's gonna be good 'Cause you all know what nothing nothing no one owes you You were feeling so lost for so long I was feeling so lost for so long You were feeling so lost for so long We didn't know what to do You and I will be sidecars There to chase down the hard stuff with you There to chase down You and I will be sidecars There to chase down the hard stuff with you There to chase down the hard stuff

Capo:

II

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C

. .

Cadd9

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C

Top it up, a white carnation

F

I borrow my mother's clutch

Dm

F

Thinking the grass could be greener at last

F

C

Now that I'm all grown up But expectation at night Will be the death of me In a dress to kill and a glass to fill I wasn't ready, but I didn't fight

F

C

F

C

Pink champagne tastes the same

Dm

F

C

Cadd9

C

Cadd9

C

I don't want to feel this way Looking back, it was such a dumb idea Five girls in the same-coloured dress Book a honeymoon and find yourself thinking My life is a perfect mess 'Cause when you're far from the phone And start feeling at home where I am Thinking the grass would be greener, at last If I were on my own

F

C

F

C

Pink champagne tastes the same

Dm

F

I don't want to feel this

Dm

F

C

Cadd9

C

Cadd9

C

I don't want to feel this way

Am

C

F

C

F

Everybody's saying well, if I were you

C

G

C

'Cause now you're such a good judge when it comes to love

F

C

F

And everybody's thinking they know me and you

C

G

Oh, I can be cruel, and so can you Pink champagne tastes the same I don't want to feel this I don't want to feel this I don't want to feel this way

Repeat middle section chords

Repeat final chorus

Capo:

I

Am

Get out a map, carve out a path

F

Highlight it in fluorescent yellow

Am

From the mountain pass to the prairie grass

F

Anywhere you go, I will follow

G

Am

And if we don't speak after you leave

F

I will look to the sky for smoke signals

G

Am

If I fall behind, could you leave me a sign

F

Breadcrumbs in the shape of an arrow

Am

See I'm going to hell

G

In a basket I made

F

Woven from the letters

G

And it spells your name When the weather breaks we can sail the great lakes I'll make a white flag from your pillow Plug the holes of your leaky boat Use your T-shirt for material See I'm going to hell In a basket I made Woven from the letters And it spells your name I'm going to hell I'm going to hell I'm going to hell I will let go When your leaky boat reaches the shore I will let you know When the map says there ain't anymore See I'm going to hell In a basket I made Woven from the letters And it spells your name I'm going to hell I'm going to hell I'm going to hell I will see you there I will see you there I will see you there

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Dm

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Am

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G

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Dm

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x4

Dm

Am

My blood is thick but it still runs

G

Dm

Every time I was taught to bite my tongue

Dm

Am

It's been years and the letters they still come

G

Dm

Still come

F

C

So hang, hang me up on your cross

Em

F

For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

F

C

Hang me out to die in the sun

Em

F

For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

F

Raise me up when I was number one Make a story of, of a story that was spun Strong enough to carry both my sons My blood is thick but it still runs So hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang me out to die in the sun For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Em

F

Hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Em

F

Record

Kathleen Edwards : Voyageur
2012

Empty Threat

Chameleon Comedian

A Soft Place To Land

Change The Sheets

House Full Of Empty Rooms

Mint

Sidecar

Pink Champagne

Going To Hell

For The Record

Kathleen Edwards : Voyageur 2012

Empty Threat

Chameleon Comedian

A Soft Place To Land

Change The Sheets

House Full Of Empty Rooms

Mint

Sidecar

Pink Champagne

Going To Hell

For The Record

Kathleen Edwards : Voyageur
2012