Tis the damn season Chords by Travis Atreo

[Start]

[Intro]
G A Asus4 G A
■ ■ ■     ■ ■
                                 A           
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with


[Verse]
                                  G  
While I was gone I would've asked you
                              A               
It's the kind of cold fogs up windshield glass
                            G  
But I felt it when I passed you
                                        A         
There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me
G                                
■ But if it's all the same to you
         A         
It's the same to me
                 D      
So we could call it even
                               D      
You could call me babe for the weekend
                           Bm7      
'tis the damn season write this down
    Bm7                         
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        G        Bm7                      
And the road not taken looks real good now
    A                                    
And it always leads to you in my hometown
G                                   A        
■ I parkеd my car right between the Methodist
                               G   
And thе school that used to be ours
                         A          
The holidays linger like bad perfume
                        G  
You can run but only so far
                                  A               
I escaped it too remember how you watched me leave
G                                A           
■ But if it's okay with you it's okay with me


[Chorus]
                  D      
And we could call it even
                               D      
You could call me babe for the weekend
                                Bm7 
'tis the damn season write this down
    Bm7                         
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        Bm7                               
And the road not taken looks real good now
D                                              
Time flies messy as the mud on your truck tires
                                   Bm7
Now I'm missing your smile hear me out
Bm7                      
We could just ride around
        Bm7                               
And the road not taken looks real good now
    A                                    
And it always leads to you in my hometown


[Verse]
G                                         A   
Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake
                               A                   
I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay


[Chorus]
                   D                          
So I'll go back to LA and the socalled friends
             D                               
Who'll write books about me if I ever make it
    Bm7                                                            
And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'


[Bridge]
        A                                  
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
   G                               A    
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
         G            A
We could call it even ■
     G                 
Even though I'm leavin'
    A         D                    
And ■ I'll be yours for the weekend


[Chorus]
         A          
'tis the damn season
              D      
We could call it even
                               D      
You could call me babe for the weekend
                           Bm7      
'tis the damn season write this down
    Bm7                         
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
        Bm7                               
And the road not taken looks real good now
D                                              
Time flies messy as the mud on your truck tires
                                   Bm7
Now I'm missing your smile hear me out
Bm7                      
We could just ride around
        Bm7                               
And the road not taken looks real good now
    Asus4                        A       
And it always leads to you in my hometown


[Outro]
   G                         A       
It always leads to you in my hometown
         G            A
We could call it even ■
         G           A A7
'Tis the damn season ■ ■