Intro: B Ebm E F# (x2) Verse:

^AbFather Father Father ^CmIt's been a long time how are yo^Ebu doing? ^GmHow is your son how are his ch^Abildre^Ebn? I bet they're ^Bbjust^Eb like ^Bbme ^AbYou must be tired tired tired ^CmOf hearing prayers like mine no need^Eb to answer ^GmNobody likes knowing th^Abat fav^Ebors Are all they'll^Bb ever^Eb be ^Bb

But there's ^Gmthis girl this girl this girl this girl this ^Bbgirl ^AAnd ^AbI'd be the happiest backslider in the world ^AbIf you would tell her it's your w^Cmill for us to be^Ab togeth^Cmer ^Fm ^Eb

(intro) Father Father Father You've seen me try and try to make her love me I'd sell my soul to hear the one thing She thinks she'll never say But now it's Sunday Sunday Sunday And her pretty voice is rising up to ask you Like I once did like I'm about to If you could show her the way 'Cause there's this girl this girl this girl this girl this girl And I'd be the happiest backslider in the world

^AbIf you would tell her it's your wi^Cmll for us to be to^Abgether^Cm ^Fm ^Eb ^AbI wou^Cmld ne^Fmver ^Ebboth^Aber y^Cmou a^Fmgai^Ebn

(intro x 3) Father you of all gods ought to know how little to expect from people But I think you might be pleasantly surprised to see what this girl Would bring out of me There's this girl this girl this girl this girl this girl And I'd be the happiest backslider in the world

If you would tell her it's your will for us to b^Abe tog^Cmether^Fm ^Eb ^AbI wou^Cmld ^Fmnev^Eber b^Abother^Cm you ^Fmagain unl^Ebess you ^Abwant me ^Cmto ^FmHell w^Ebe'll just both hang ^About with ^Cmyou in ^Fmheaven ^Ebwhen w^Abe die tabbed by tmixbro

Punch Brothers - This girl