Jason Isbell - Stockholm

I’ve^G heard love songs,^C make a Georgia man^G cry^{C G Gb/G} On the s^Emhoulder of so^Dmebody’s Saturday ^Cnight Read the g^Good book, st^Cudied it to^Go ^{C G Gb/G} But not^Emhing pr^Depared me for l^Civin’ with you ^DLock me up t^Emight in these s^Chackles I we^Gar ^EmTied up the k^Deys in the fo^Clds of your h^Gair And the ^Emdifference wi^Dth me is I us^Ced to not care Stockholm let me go ho^Gme ^{C G} Once a w^Gise man t^Co the ways of the wo^Grld ^{C G Gb/G} Now I’ve^Em traded those ^Dlessons for ^Cfaith in a girl Cross the oc^Gean, tho^Cusand years from my ^Ghome ^{C G Gb/G} In this ^Emfrozen old ci^Dty of si^Clver and stone ^DShips in the h^Emarbor and b^Cirds on the bl^Guff ^EmDon’t move an ^Dinch when^C their anger g^Goes up ^EmAnd the difference in m^De is I??^C?m falling in love Stockholm let me go hom^Ge ^C Let me g^Go home ^{C G} And the^Am night so^C long I used to pra^Gy for the daylight to ^Dcome F^Amolks back hom^Ce surely have called^G off the search and gone back to ^Dtheir own

Let me go home^G… ^Gb/G. ^{Em D C G}