Gretchen Peters - Lay low

It’s a ^Ggood three hours to Aberdeen, and I^Bm’ve read all the magazines And the ^Cjokes are all played ^Dout or wearin’ ^Gthin

So ^GI lie back and I close my eyes and ^BmI let that old sadness rise And I ^Clisten to He^Dllo In There a^Ggain And ^Griding shotgun ^Bm/Gall the time, that ^Bmmelancholy ^Cghost of mine Plays ^AmJesus to my ^Dlonely Joan of ^GArc To^Cgether we go ^Gridin’ through the ^Ddark

^G I think I ^Bmneed to lay ^Clow for a^Gwhile ^C Stare at the ^GGulf of Mexi^Amco for a^Dwhile ^G Take it ^Bmeasy take it ^Cslow for a^Gwhile ^C I think I ^Dneed to lay ^Glow

To^Gnight I’ll call to say hello, but your ^Bmphone’s just gonna ring I know I ^Cguess some things just ^Dcannot be un^Gdone So I ^Gclutch this guitar to my chest and ^Bmwonder just what I’ll have left When ^Call of this hard ^Dtraveling’s finally ^Gdone You say ^GI’m not who I ^Bm/Gused to be, that ^Bmain’t exactly ^Cnews to me ^AmThat girl has ^Dlong since cut and ^Grun ^C But baby I am ^Gnot the only ^Done

^G I think I ^Bmneed to lay ^Clow for a^Gwhile ^C Stare at the ^GGulf of Mexi^Amco for a^Dwhile ^G Tell ’em ^Bmall where they can ^Cgo for awh^Gile ^C I think I ^Dneed to lay ^Glow

She ^Gtravels fast who goes alone, this ^Bmwind’ll cut you to the bone These ^Ctruckers sure are ^Dflyin here to^Gnight

And ^Gas for me I’m gettin by, ^BmI still laugh but I can’t cry That ^Cdoor is shut^D and locked up ^Gtight The ^Gdays go by like ^Bm/Ghazy dreams, the ^Bmnights at least I ^Cget to sing ^Am And suddenly it’s ^Dthree AM a^Ggain And this ^Csadness like a ^Gtide that’s rollin’ ^Din

^G I think I ^Bmneed to lay ^Clow for a^Gwhile ^C Stare at the ^GGulf of Mexi^Amco for a^Dwhile ^G Think I ^Bmneed to let it ^Cgo for a^Gwhile ^C I think I ^Dneed to lay ^Glow ^C I think I ^Dneed to lay ^Glow