Jason Isbell And The 400 Unit - Something to love

I hope you ^Fmaj7find something to ^Clove. Something to ^Gdo when you fe^Fmaj7el like giving ^Cup. A song to s^Fmaj7ing or a tale to t^Cell. Something to ^Glove, ^Fmaj7it'll serve you w^Cell.

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I hope you ^Fmaj7find something to ^Clove. Something to ^Gdo when you fe^Fmaj7el like giving ^Cup. A song to s^Fmaj7ing or a tale to ^Ctell. Something to ^Glove, i^Fmaj7t'll serve you ^Cwell.

Tonight we're ^Glying on a b^Fmaj7lanket in the^C yard. The wind is ^Gcold, the sky is ^Fmaj7dark, the ground is ha^Crd. But your ^Fmaj7mama loves to count the stars at^C night^C/B, ^Amso if I g^Get a little ^Fmaj7chill then that's a^Clright.

I hope you ^Fmaj7find something to ^Clove. Something to ^Gdo when you fe^Fmaj7el like giving ^Cup. A song to s^Fmaj7ing or a tale to ^Ctell. Something to ^Glove, i^Fmaj7t'll serve you ^Cwell.

You were^G born on a ho^Fmaj7t late summer ^Cday. We turned^G you loose and trie^Fmaj7d to stay out ^Cof your way. I don't quite r^Fmaj7ecognize the world that you'll call ^Chome. ^C/B Just ^Amfind what makes you ^Ghappy girl, and ^Fmaj7do it 'til you're ^Cgone.

I hope you ^Fmaj7find something to ^Clove. Something to ^Gdo when you f^Fmaj7eel like giving ^Cup. A song to s^Fmaj7ing or a tale to ^Ctell. Something to ^Glove, it'^Fmaj7ll serve you ^Cwell. Something to ^Glove, it'^Fmaj7ll serve you ^Cwell.