Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Jason Isbell - Cover Me Up
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Jason Isbell - Codine
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Jason Isbell - Seven Mile Island
Take my body to Seven-Mile Island.
D.....................................G..........Em
Lay my head down where Indians sleep.
D....................................G.....................D
Take your shoes off and walk across the water.
D............................G................Em
It's been so long so I heard a man speak.
Watch the spillways when the water starts rising.
Take your hat off when the sun goes down.
Keep your eyes on that concrete tower.
Maybe one day it will crumble to the ground.
Bm...............................G
Mary's crying 'cause she can't hold water
.............D............................A
and her clothes don't fit her right.
Bm...............................G
She used to say that she wanted a daughter,
.............D................................A
now she only wants a Saturday night.
There were days when that dusty cave was empty,
back before this city made a claim
on that hotel for wanderers and strangers,
back before you could live off of your name.
We all live in an Airstream trailer
about three-hundred yards up the lake.
Call the doctor, Mary's going into labor
and you can't raise a baby on shake.
So take my body to Seven-Mile Island
Lay some stones down on top of my grave.
Tell my lady I just couldn't bear to see her
Tell my daughter I just couldn't be saved.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jason Isbell - The Blue
E.......A....................B........C#m
Don't roll away that stone, girl
E.A......................B......C#m
Leave it where it lay
You think he's coming home but you know it's not today
I think the road will break me and never fill the holes,
but every time I'm saved I stop beating out a soul
C#m...................A...................E...............B
I'm too scared to ask the right questions
and too tired to fill the right shoes
so I'll take advantage of the blues
I'll take advantage of the blue
There really ain't no difference
in Michigan and Maine
If you ain't here to see this I'm missing just the same
Your skin as soft as water, same temperature as me
I'd never know I touched you if you didn't let me see
I'd crawl to meet you if you'd just stay there,
and finally have a thing I couldn't bear to lose
So I'll take advantage of the blues
I'll take advantage of the blue
Mark me up so they can see the best of me
Hold me down so I can't find a drink
Dance so I don't have to think
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Jason Isbell - Good
you better watch yourself this time
B
are you waiting in the wrong line
C#m....................................A
or cooking off a slow crime
E
I guess the devil wouldn't have you
B
but you're used to what you're used to
C#m
you always seemed to somehow
A.........................F#m
make it through I know
.................A
I let myself go again
...................E........................................B
I tried to lay low but it's real hard to be alone
..C#m..........................A
I know I never take my own advice
........................E
chase a couple rolling dice
................................B
somewhere I don't belong
..C#m............A
I can't myself be good
A
I wish I could
E.......................................................B
somewhere my conscience turned to petrified wood
C#m.....................A
I can't make myself do right
A
on Friday night
E....................................B
where all these shadows get bigger
..................C#m.........A
bigger every night
another night another rope burn
Well I guess that it was my turn
to wash a little pain down
maybe you were just a decoy
it doesn't matter much to me boys
covered up the voices that
I don't want to hear
I let myself go again
I tried to lay low but it's real hard to be alone
I know I never take my own advice
I get tired of playing nice
and I cut right to the bone
I can't myself be good
I wish I could
somewhere my conscience turned to petrified wood
I can't make myself do right
on Friday night
where all these shadows get bigger
bigger every night
..D#m............B
I can't myself be good
B
I wish I could
F#.......................................................C#
somewhere my conscience turned to petrified wood
D#m.....................B
I can't make myself do right
B
on Friday night
F#....................................C#
where all these shadows get bigger
..................D#m.........B
bigger every night
Monday, March 2, 2009
Jason Isbell - Sunstroke
e:----------------------------
B:-0--0-----------0-0--------
G:-------2-0--0-2-----2-0---
D:----------------------------
A:----------------------------
E:----------------------------
Em.......................................G
they tell me you walk on the water now
Em............................................G
but I know who showed you the stones
Em................................G
pray that I manage my appetite
.............C
lie there alone
I hope that you practiced your instrument
I fear it will take you away
you ain't you the type to be traveling
so why not just stay
Am.........................G
here it is morning for some folks
Am...........................G
twilight for those of us left
Am..................................G
sleep while the soldiers get sunstroke
F.............................Em
make little fools of ourselves
make little fools of ourselves
are we supposed to get good at this
what does it mean to give up
why did I call you
I shouldn't be giving a fuck
answer these questions for everyone
so maybe they'll stop asking me
what really happened
where is your masterpiece
here it is morning for some folks
twilight for those of us left
give up the dangers of sunstroke
make little fools of ourselves
make little fools of ourselves
tell me you walk on the water now
tell me you walk on the water now
tell me you walk on the water now
I know I showed you the stones
tell me you walk on the water now
tell me you walk on the water now
tell me you walk on the water now
I know you go here alone
here it is morning for some folks
twilight for those of us left
sleep while the soldiers get sunstroke
make little fools of ourselves
oh we make little fools of ourselves
I need some thing to look forward to
maybe these colors will fade
I never meant to get bored with you
but I never meant to stay
Monday, February 2, 2009
Jason Isbell - Cigarettes and Wine
..................A
saw her in Roosevelt spring
.....................D
time doesn't touch anything
.......................A
she never did say she could sing
........................D
but I figured it so
I needed some company then
not sisters or children again
that's a hell of a spot to be in
but she put me in tow
money and liquor and lust
have taken my heart and my trust
I could see ashes of dust
headed my way
she tended bar in town
her alto settled me down
so I started hanging around
didn't need much to say
D7
...........................G
she smelled like cigarettes and wine
....................D
she kept me happy all the time
...........................A.....................A7
I know that ain't much of a line
....................................D.......D7
but it's the God's own truth
........................G
she lives down inside of me still
........................D
rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
...................A.............................A7
she left me alone with these pills
..............................D
and the last of my youth
wings on her shoulders and feat
bar on gasseminey street
I took time to plan retreat
backed out the door
must be attracted to those
witnessed a man in throws
life it ain't grindstone nose
pedal on the floor
she smelled like cigarettes and wine
she kept me happy all the time
I know that ain't much of a line
but it's the God's own truth
she lives down inside of me still
rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
she left me alone with these pills
and the last of my youth
lost on the dry side of town
my memories slowing me down
she shook me and I came around
came back alive
nary a mother or dad
she showed me what I never had
princess believe she got sad
cause I won't take a wife
she smelled like cigarettes and wine
she kept me happy all the time
I know that ain't much of a line
but it's the God's own truth
she lives down inside of me still
rolled up like a twenty dollar bill
she left me alone with these pills
and the last of my youth
she left me alone with these pills
and the last of my youth
Monday, December 15, 2008
Jason Isbell - Grown
Last night I heard the sirens' song and I followed it in the ditch.
Oh baby, I'm just carrying on. Far be it for me to bitch.
Last night I heard the distant hum of another damn hurricane.
Oh Sunnie tell me where you've gone. Are you still dancing to Purple Rain?
......F.............C.......G
You took my little hand
.......F...........C............G
and took me to your room.
.......F................C...........G
You taught me how to want something
...F...............C..........D
so I learned how to move.
G....F.....C...............................G
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Last year I heard your momma had a little trouble with the thin blue line.
You always knew that you could understand and not undermine.
You took me to your room. I let my eyes adjust.
You taught me how to want something and I learned how to lust.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown.
All them years ago you took a nervous little kid
and showed me how the slow it down just a little bit…
Friday, August 3, 2007
Jason Isbell - Dress Blues
G……………………………Em
What can you see from your window?
G……………………….Em
I can't see anything from mine.
G………………………Em
Flags on the side of the highway
C……………………………..G…….D
and scripture on grocery store signs.
Maybe eighteen was too early.
Maybe thirty or forty is too.
Did you get your chance to make peace with the man
before he sent down his angels for you?
Em………….C…………G
Mamas and grandmamas love you
Em…………………C…………G………D
'cause that's all they know how to do.
Em……………………….Bm
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
C…………..Cm………..G……….D
or sleeping in your dress blues.
Your wife said this all would be funny
when you came back home in a week.
You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
in a bar or a tent by the creek.
Your baby would just about be here.
Your very last tour would be up
but you won't be back. They're all dressing in black
drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups.
Mamas and grandmamas love you.
American boys hate to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
Now the high school gymnasium's ready,
full of flowers and old legionnaires.
Nobody showed up to protest,
just sniffle and stare.
But there's red, white, and blue in the rafters
and there's silent old men from the corps.
What did they say when they shipped you away
to fight somebody's
Nobody here could forget you.
You showed us what we had to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
No, no you never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.