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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1:] Pattern throughout the whole Verses: eb:--------------------------|------------------------|--------------------------|------------------------| Bb:---8--8---------8--8------|---6--6--------6--6-----|---5--5---------5--5------|----8--8-------8--5-----| Gb:--7--7---7-----7--7---7---|--7--7----7---7--7----7-|--5--5----5----5--5----5--|---9--9---9---9--5---5--| Db:-5--5---------5--5--------|------------------------|--------------------------|------------------------| Ab:--------------------------|-5--5--------5--5-------|-3--3---------3--3--------|--7--7-------8--3-------| Db:--------------------------|------------------------|--------------------------|------------------------| Lazy lover, find a place for me again. You felt it once before, I know you did, I could see it. Whiskey princess, drink me under, pull me in. You had me at "Come over, boy, I need a friend." I understand. D5 [Chorus]
Backseat E5serenade, dizzy C5hurricane, Oh, G5God, I'm sick of sleeping D5alone. You're salty like a E5summer day, Kiss the C5sweat away, to your D5radio! Backseat E5serenade, little C5hand grenade, Oh, G5God, I'm sick of sleeping D5alone. You're salty like a E5summer day, Kiss the C5sweat away, to your D5radio!
[Verse 2] You take me over, I throw you up against the wall We've seen it all before, But this was different, it's deliberate. You send me reeling, Calling out to you for more. The value of this moment lives in metaphor, Yeah, through it all... [Chorus] Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane, Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone. You're salty like a summer day, Kiss the sweat away, to your radio! Backseat serenade, little hand grenade, Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone. You're salty like a summer day, Kiss the pain away, to your radio! [Outro] Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone You're salty like a summer day Kiss the sweat away, to your radio Backseat serenade, little hand grenade Oh, aren't you sick of sleeping alone? You're salty like a summer day Kiss the pain away, to your radio (Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone)