Gospel Music - I miss the shit out of you

^GBaby I miss the shit ou^Ct of you ^{G G}Your child-bearing hi^Cps, your lips as sweet as Fre^Gnch vermouth ^GThe crosswo^Crd-puzzle mornings, the bo^Giled-peanut afternoons ^GSeven summe^Crs sq^Guandered drinking homebrew up on the roof

^GBaby I miss the shit ou^Ct of you ^{G G}But not enough for me^C to move back to Florida, bac^Gk with those rubes ^GYour hands that smell^C of garlic, your hair that sm^Gells of pine ^GYour crow's feet and your be^Clly: I love you, lover, but no more than t^Ghis skyline