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Jason Isbell - Songs That She Sang in the Shower Double-D tuning – tune both E strings down to D [I was not a music major and have probably mislabled some of the chords. I chose the labels for ease. Also I’m not sure that he tunes the high “e” string down to “d” but I like the way it sounds acoustically so that’s what I did. Hope you enjoy this great song.] Chords: Dsus Am7 Em7 D D/G Asus D/C# D/B A d|---0-----0-----0----0----0-----0-----0------0-----0----| B|---3-----1-----0----3----3-----3-----3------3-----2----| G|---0-----0-----0----2----0-----0-----2------0-----2----| D|---4-----2-----0----0----0-----2-----0------0-----2----| A|---5-----0-----2----0----x-----0-----4------2-----0----| D|---0-----x-----2----0----5-----x-----x------x-----x----| [Intro]: Dsus
On a Dsuslark. On a Dsuswhim. I said there’Am7s two kinds of men in thisEm7 world and you’re neitherDsus of them And his Dsusfist, cut the Dsussmoke I had an eAm7ighth of a second to Em7wonder if he got the Dsusjoke In theDsus car, headed Dsushome She asked ifAm7 I had considered the Em7prospect of living aDsuslone With a Dsusstake, held to myDsus eye I had to sAm7ummon the confidence Em7needed to hear her goodDsusbye And aAm7nother brief chapter witEm7hout any answers blewDsus by
And the sDongs that she sang in the D/Gshower are stuck in my hDead D/G Like Bring Out The DDead. Asus Breakfast In DBed. And expDerience robs me of D/Ghope that she’ll make it backD home D/G So I’m stuck on myD ownAsus. I’m stuck on Dmy own.
In a room, by myself Looks like I’m here with a guy that I judge worse than anyone else So I pace, and I pray And I repeat the mantra’s that might keep me clean for the day And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear Like Wish You Were Here, how I wish you were here. And experience robs me of hope that you’ll ever return So I breathe and I burn. I breathe and I burn. [Bridge] D - D/C#
And the cD/Bhurch bells are ringing for tAhose who are easy to D/Gplease And the D/Bfrost on the ground prob’lAy envy’s the frost on D/Gthe treAsuses
And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind Like Yesterday’s Wine, like Yesterday’s Wine And experience tells me that I’ll never hear them again Not thinking of them. Not thinking of them.