Divorce And The American South

Standard Tuning,
Capo on 4

      D
Hey, Dianne
                         G
Could you pick Up The phone?
                    D
I know that you're listening.
                        A
Baby I know that you're home
                   Em
And I know where i went wrong.
                   G
Don't you leave me alone.
                      D    A    G
Could you pick up the phone?
                    D                     G
I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere in the south.
                       Bm                         A
I don't know where i'm going, but I'm figuring it out.
                        Em                               G
I locked myself in this phone booth, read you the number aloud.
                     D
Now, I'm waiting it out.
     G         D                     Em
If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole.
     G         D                      Em
If I stay here long enough maybe the night could take me home.
             A                   G
I won't let go, even if you say so.
                D   A   G
No, I won't let go.
       D                         G
Hey, Dianne, I've been trying to quit.
              D                      A
I went from a pack and a half a day to this e-cigarette bullshit
          Em                          G
It don't give me what I want but it stops them coughing fits.
                        D    A   G
Oh, I know how you hate it.
          D
Hey, Dianne
                G
I know I fucked up.
               Bm                A
It's just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off.
        Em                             G                     D
And I know I never listened. I wasn't there for you enough. I'm a fuck up.
     G         D                       Em
If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole.
      G        D                       Em
If I stay here long enough maybe the night would take me home.
            A                   G
I won't let go, even if you say so.
                  D   A   G     Em
No, I won't let go.
         D       Bm    A            G       Em
I had a dream, that I, I flew back north.
          D           Bm            A    G
And the plane went down, before we hit new york.
                       D      A   G
You didn't come to the funeral.
                       D      A    G
You didn't come to the funeral.
                       D      A    G
I hope you'd come to the funeral.
                       D      A    G
I hope you'd come to the funeral.
       D
Hey Dianne.