Artist/Band: McKenna Lori Tabs
Song: I Know You Tab
Lori told me that she plays this with a capo at the fifth fret in (Em) fingering on the CD, but I saw her doing it this way on YouTube, and it sounds better when you're playing it solo.
You can always transcribe, and change the chords as follows:
# (Am) becomes (Em)
# (E) becomes (B), but I think it's actually a (B7)
# (G) becomes (D)
# (F) becomes (C)
# (Dm) becomes (Am)
(Am)You never woke up beside a stranger
But you never spent the night alone
In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort
In your pocket you got a comb
I know (E)you
I know (Am)you
(Am)You've been pushed right to the limit
Lived on a lonesome road
Chopped up an old pine dresser
To heat the house once in the cold
I know (E)you
I know (Am)you
I (G)know where you go when you (F)want to be alone
I know (G)just how hard you work
And how much (F)money you bring home
You (G)love the sound of church bells
But you (F)hate sitting in the (Dm)pew
Baby, I know (Am)you
(Am)D.H. Lawrence would be your favorite poet
If you thought poetry was cool
You have too much pride to be a thief
And just enough gut to be a fool
Baby I know (E)you
I know (Am)you
(Am)I know the sound of your thunder
And I know the smell of your rain
I know every time you walk out that door
You might stumble back in it again
Yeah, I know (E)you
Yes I do, baby blue, I know (Am)you
Well I (G)know that you feel bad
For every (F)bad thing that you do
You got a (G)scar on your right cheek
And the fear of (F)God embedded in you
Your (G)mother had a wooden spoon
And a (F)shamrock tat(Dm)too
Baby I know (Am)you
(Am)Well, no other woman's gonna feel beneath
The skin that you are in
No other woman's gonna read your mind
Or be sorry for your sins
I know (E)you
I know (Am)you
I (G)know what you look like (F)just before you cry
I know (G)how to make you sick
And I know (F)how to make you die
The (G)only thing I could never do
Is (F)let you say goodbye
Say goodbye(Am) to you
Cause I (Dm)know (Am)you
I (Dm)know (E)you
(Am)You never woke up beside a stranger
But you never spent the night alone
In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort
In your pocket you got a comb
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