Jason Isbell - Something to love

^FI hope you ^Bbfind something to l^Fove. Something to ^Cdo when you fe^Bbel like giving u^Fp. A song to s^Bbing or a tale to t^Fell. Something to ^Clove, it'^Bbll serve you w^Fell.

I was ^Cborn in a ^Bbtiny southern ^Ftown. I grew^C up with all my ^Bbfamily ar^Found. We made ^Bbmusic on the porch on Sunday ^Fnights. Old ^Dsus2men with ^Cold guitars ,^Bb smokin Winston L^Fights. Old w^Comen harm^Bbonizing with the w^Find. Singing^C softly to The ^BbSavior like a f^Friend. They taught me ^Bbhow to make the chords and sing the ^Fwords. I'm^Dsus2 still si^Cnging like that g^Bbreat speckled b^Fird.

^FI hope you ^Bbfind something to l^Fove. Something to ^Cdo when you fe^Bbel like giving u^Fp. A song to s^Bbing or a tale to t^Fell. Something to ^Clove, it'^Bbll serve you w^Fell.

Tonight we're l^Caying on a b^Bblanket in the ^Fyard. The wind is ^Ccold the sky is^Bb dark and the ground is ^Fhard. But your ^Bbmomma loves to count the stars at ^Fnight. ^Dsus2So if I g^Cet a little ^Bbchill then that's al^Fright.

^FI hope you ^Bbfind something to l^Fove. Something to ^Cdo when you fe^Bbel like giving u^Fp. A song to s^Bbing or a tale to t^Fell. Something to ^Clove, it'^Bbll serve you w^Fell.

You were^C born on a ho^Bbt late summer d^Fay. Turned you l^Coose and tried to s^Bbtay out of your ^Fway. Don't quite r^Bbecognize the world that you call h^Fome. Just fi^Dsus2nd what makes you ^Chappy girl and ^Bbdo it till you're g^Fone.

^FI hope you ^Bbfind something to l^Fove. Something to ^Cdo when you fe^Bbel like giving u^Fp. A song to s^Bbing or a tale to t^Fell. Something to ^Clove, it'^Bbll serve you w^Fell. Something to ^Clove, it'^Bbll serve you w^Fell.