Gregory Alan Isakov - One of us cannot be wrong

^AI lit a thin green c^Bmandle ^DTo make you jealous of ^Ame. ^AThe room filled up with mo^Bmsquitos They he^Dard that my body was f^Eree ^F#mAnd I took the dust of a l^C#mong sleepless night And I p^Dut it in your little s^Ahoe ^BmAnd I must confess that I t^Gortured the dress That you ^Bmwore for the w^Aorld to look th^Grough. ^A

^AAnd I showed my heart to the d^Bmoctor ^DHe said, “You just have to^A quit” ^AThen he wrote himself a pres^Bmcription ^AAnd your name was mentioned in ^Eit ^F#mThen he locked himself in a l^C#mibrary shelf With the d^Details of our hon^Aeymoon ^BmI hear from the nurse that he’s^G gotten much worse And his ^Bmpractice is a^All in a r^Guin. ^A

^AI once knew a saint who had ^Bmloved you ^DI studied all night in his s^Achool ^AHe taught that the duty of l^Bmovers Was to t^Darnish the golden r^Eule. ^F#mAnd just when I was sure that his t^C#meachings were pure he dro^Dwned himself in the p^Aool his bo^Bmdy is gone, but out h^Gere on the lawn ^Bmhis spirit c^Aontinues to ^Gdrool. ^A

^AAn Eskimo showed me a ^Bmmovie ^DHe’d recently taken of^A you ^AThe poor man could hardly stop s^Bmhivering ^AHis lips and his fingers were b^Elue ^F#mI suppose that he froze when the ^C#mwind took your clothes And I ^Dguess he just never got ^Awarm ^BmBut you stand there so nice, in your b^Glizzard of ice Please l^Bmet me come i^Anto your st^Gorm. ^A