Sunday Afternoon

C#m Asus2 E 4x C#m Asus2 E Take me out to see the stars, I’ve been dying to C#m Asus2 E The past few weeks I’ve given my last ounce of trying too C#m Asus2 E Everything I want to say is always on the tip of my tongue tied, twisted tongue C#m Asus2 E Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young C#m Asus2 E 2x C#m Asus2 E And I’m just gonna’ be honest for the first time in awhile C#m Asus2 E I miss the way her home smelled, her southern accent, the way she made me smile C#m Asus2 E But now I’m coming home, all alone, tired to my bones Country roads treat me fair C#m Asus2 E I haven’t even seen the gravestone that I paid to have placed there C#m Asus2 E 2x C#m Asus2 E He said son don’t you miss that southern sun keeping you warm C#m Asus2 E Before you ever sang a word and the lines of liars formed C#m Asus2 E But those cicadas in the back acres, are waiting on you C#m Asus2 E And every damn word of The Birdhunters still rings true C#m Asus2 E 7x C#m Asus2 E It’s kind of odd, finding God, once you get sober C#m Asus2 E I know I’m not a good man but I know I’m one step closer C#m Asus2 E You seem to know me so well now that I’m doing okay C#m Asus2 E But I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggle yesterday C#m Asus2 E Yeah I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggling yesterday C#m Asus2 E Take me out to see the stars, I’ve been dying to C#m Asus2 E The past few weeks I’ve given my last ounce of trying too C#m Asus2 E Everything I want to say is always on the tip of my tied up, twisted tongue C#m Asus2 E Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young C#m Asus2 E 7x