Mason Jennings - Isabel

It ^F#might have been ^C#some other ^Bstory Our ^Bbook must have ^C#been bought ^F#used 'cause ^F#it was ^C#missing all the late ^Bchapters They were ^Bgone with the liberty that ^C#everybody loves to ^F#abuse

And ^F#i'm not ^C#ready to never feel ^Bgood again M^Bistakes were ^C#made by you as ^F#well, as well I^F# will come by ^C#road, i will^B come by rail To^B come by ^C#isabel ^F#

^F#Demons, my d^C#emons, ^BAlways behind me ^BEverywhere i ^C#go they come ^F#along ^F#And demons, my ^C#demons, ^BAlways remind me ^BThey keep ^C#singing my favorite ^F#song

^F#And i keep ^C#sliding all ar^Bound All my ^Bvices are gone that ^C#held me so ^F#well, so well I wi^F#ll come by control of ^C#the things you don't ^Btell To^B come by i^C#sabel ^F#

^F#Early in the morning ^C#i lay awake in m^By bed ^BWondering when the ^C#day will show a ^F#trace It ^F#always comes like a ^C#prison guard,^B looking in my cell ^BShining his ^C#flashlight in my ^F#face

He always says &^F#quot;hey ^C#boy, Where do you think yo^Bu're going" ^BThere's only ^C#one place i can ^F#tell, i can tell ^F#I come flat ^C#broke, i^B will come by hell To^B come by i^C#sabel ^F# I^F# will come by ^C#control of the ^Bthings you don't tell To^B come by my ^C#isabel ^F#