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 And ^BmI must confess that I ^Gtortured the dress That you ^Bmwore for the ^Aworld to look ^Gthrough. ^A

^AAnd I showed my heart to the d^Bmoctor ^DHe said, “You just have to q^Auit” ^AThen he wrote himself a pres^Bmcription And ^Dyour name was mentioned in ^Eit Then he ^F#mlocked himself in a ^C#mlibrary shelf With the ^Ddetails of our honeymoon ^A And I ^Bmhear from the nurse that he’s ^Ggotten 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 ^Dtarnish the golden ^Erule. And ^F#mjust when I was sure that his ^C#mteachings were pure He ^Ddrowned himself in the ^Apool His ^Bmbody is gone, but out ^Ghere on the lawn ^BmHis spirit c^Aontinues to ^Gdrool. ^A

An ^AEskimo showed me a ^Bmmovie He’d ^Drecently taken of ^Ayou The ^Apoor man could hardly stop ^Bmshivering His ^Dlips and his fingers were ^Eblue I ^F#msuppose that he froze when the ^C#mwind took your clothes And I ^Dguess he just never got ^Awarm But you ^Bmstand there so nice, in your ^Gblizzard of ice Please ^Bmlet me come ^Ainto your ^Gstorm. ^A