คอร์ดเพลง ‘tis the damn season

ศิลปิน Taylor Swift

INTRO , , , , , Bb/D Gm Bb/D Gm VERSE 1 Bb/D If I wanted to know Gm Who you were hanging with. While I was gone, I would've asked you Bb/D It's the kind of cold. Gm Fogs up windshield glass. But I felt it when I passed you Bb/D Gm There's an ache in you. Put there by the ache in me Bb/D Gm But if it's all the same to you. It's the same to me CHORUS 1 F So we could call it even. You could call me "babe" for the weekend F Dm 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm staying at my parents' house Dm And the road not taken looks real good now C And it always leads to you and my hometown VERSE 2 Bb/D I parked my car Gm Right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours Bb/D Gm The holidays linger like bad perfume. You can run but only so far Bb/D Gm I escaped it too. Remember how you watched me leave Bb/D Gm But if it's okay with you. It's okay with me CHORUS 2 F So we could call it even. You could call me "babe" for the weekend F Dm 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm staying at my parents' house Dm And the road not taken looks real good now F Time flies. Messy as the mud on your truck tires Dm Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out Dm We could just ride around. And the road not taken looks real good now C And it always leads to you and my hometown BRIDGE F Dm Sleep in half the day. Just for old times' sake C I won't ask you to wait. If you don't ask me to stay F So I'll go back to LA F And the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it Dm And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking C And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own Bb C To leave the warmest bed I've ever known Bb C We could call it even… Bb C Even though I'm leaving… Bb C And I'll be yours for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season CHORUS 3 F So we could call it even. You could call me "babe" for the weekend F Dm 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm staying at my parents' house Dm And the road not taken looks real good now F Time flies. Messy as the mud on your truck tires Dm Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out Dm We could just ride around. And the road not taken looks real good now C And it always leads to you and my hometown F Gm It always leads to you and my hometown OUTRO , , , , Bb/D C Bb/D
INTRO , , , , , Bb/D Gm Bb/D Gm VERSE 1 Bb/D If I wanted to know Gm Who you were hanging with. While I was gone, I would've asked you Bb/D It's the kind of cold. Gm Fogs up windshield glass. But I felt it when I passed you Bb/D Gm There's an ache in you. Put there by the ache in me Bb/D Gm But if it's all the same to you. It's the same to me CHORUS 1 F So we could call it even. You could call me "babe" for the weekend F Dm 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm staying at my parents' house Dm And the road not taken looks real good now C And it always leads to you and my hometown VERSE 2 Bb/D I parked my car Gm Right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours Bb/D Gm The holidays linger like bad perfume. You can run but only so far Bb/D Gm I escaped it too. Remember how you watched me leave Bb/D Gm But if it's okay with you. It's okay with me CHORUS 2 F So we could call it even. You could call me "babe" for the weekend F Dm 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm staying at my parents' house Dm And the road not taken looks real good now F Time flies. Messy as the mud on your truck tires Dm Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out Dm We could just ride around. And the road not taken looks real good now C And it always leads to you and my hometown BRIDGE F Dm Sleep in half the day. Just for old times' sake C I won't ask you to wait. If you don't ask me to stay F So I'll go back to LA F And the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it Dm And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking C And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own Bb C To leave the warmest bed I've ever known Bb C We could call it even… Bb C Even though I'm leaving… Bb C And I'll be yours for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season CHORUS 3 F So we could call it even. You could call me "babe" for the weekend F Dm 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm staying at my parents' house Dm And the road not taken looks real good now F Time flies. Messy as the mud on your truck tires Dm Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out Dm We could just ride around. And the road not taken looks real good now C And it always leads to you and my hometown F Gm It always leads to you and my hometown OUTRO , , , , Bb/D C Bb/D
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