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matilda
key: G120 bpmtuning: standard
G
| Verse 1 |
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| Matilda from | Missoula I | want you to | know |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| I made it to | brooklyn about | three hours | ago |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| And the | roads they did wind, the | winds they did | blow |
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| From the | wastes of ol' spearfish to the | lights of | Chicago |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| And I | write you this letter, whiskey | soaking my | bones |
| Am | C | D | ||||
| Because I | know that I miss you, and I | wanna come | home |
| Interlude |
| G | C | G |
| G | C | G |
| Am | C | G |
| Am | C | D |
| Verse 2 |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| See I | got me a job and it | just pays the | rent |
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| And | saves me from hours I'd | otherwise | spend |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| Re | membering | sunsets coming | down in the | west |
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| And | new friends and old won't you | give them my | best |
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| And I | write you this letter, from my | one-bedroom | hole |
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| Ya know I | made a space for us, for | us to call | home |
| Verse 3 |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| How is that | 6 string I | left in your | care? |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| You know I | found me another and | I cut my | hair. |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| And it's | not quite my style but fits | right around | here, |
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| And I | get good attention but you've | no need to | fear |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| Because I | write you this letter, after | nights out | alone, |
| Am | C | D | ||||
| Do you | know when it is dear, that | you can come | home? |
| Interlude |
| G | C | G |
| G | C | G |
| G | C | G |
| G | C | G |
| Am | C | G |
| Am | C | D |
| Verse 4 |
| G | Am | C | G | ||||
| Matilda from | Missoula I | want you to | know |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| You got a hold | on my heart and you | never let | go |
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| But that | space that I made for you | so long | ago |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| Is now | covered in longings and | hopes of my | own |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| And I | write you this letter, whiskey | soaking my | bones |
| Am | C | G | ||||
| Because I | know that I miss you, and I | but your not coming | home |