{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":10072767,"song":"Stick Season","artist":"Noah Kahan","content_type":"chord","tab_type":null,"url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11662650-stick-season-chords-by-noah-kahan/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/10072767?type=chord","rating":null,"votes":null,"content":"Intro:\nAs you promised me that I\nWas more than\nAll the miles combined\nYou must have had yourself\nA change of heart like\nHalfway through the drive\nBecause your voice trailed\nOff exactly as\nYou passed my exit sign\nKept on driving straight\nAnd left our future to the right\nNow I am stuck between my\nAnger and the blame\nThat I can't face\nAnd memories are something\nEven smoking weed does not replace\nAnd I am terrified of weather\n'cause I see you when it rains\nAnd doc told me to travel\nBut there's COVID on the planes\nAnd I,  love Vermont\nBut it's the season of the sticks\nAnd I,   saw your mom\nShe forgot that I existed\nAnd it's,   half my fault but\nI just like to play the victim\nI'll drink   alcohol 'til my\nFriends come home for Christmas\nAnd I'll,   dream each night\nOf some version of you\nThat I,   might not have but\nI did not lose\nNow you're    tire tracks and\nOne pair of shoes\nAnd I'm   split in half but\nThat'll   have to do\nSo I thought that if I piled\nSomething good on all my bad\nThat I could cancel out the\nDarkness I inherited from dad\nNo and I'm    no longer funny\nBut I miss the way you laugh\nYou once called me forever\nNow you still can't call me back\nAnd I,  love Vermont\nBut it's the season of the sticks\nAnd I,   saw your mom\nShe forgot that I existed\nAnd it's,   half my fault but\nI just like to play the victim\nI'll drink   alcohol 'til my\nFriends come home for Christmas\nAnd I'll,   dream each night\nOf some version of you\nThat I,   might not have but\nI did not lose\nNow you're    tire tracks and\nOne pair of shoes\nAnd I'm   split in half but\nThat'll   have to do\nBridge:\nOh that'll have to do\nMy other half was you\nI hope this pain's just passing\nThrough\nBut I doubt it\nBridge:\nAnd I,  love Vermont\nBut it's the season of the sticks\nAnd I,   saw your mom\nShe forgot that I existed\nAnd it's,   half my fault but\nI just like to play the victim\nI'll drink   alcohol 'til my\nFriends come home for Christmas\nAnd I'll,   dream each night\nOf some version of you\nThat I,   might not have but\nI did not lose\nNow you're    tire tracks and\nOne pair of shoes\nAnd I'm   split in half but\nThat'll   have to do\nHave to do\nEnding:","plain_text":"Intro:\nAs you promised me that I\nWas more than\nAll the miles combined\nYou must have had yourself\nA change of heart like\nHalfway through the drive\nBecause your voice trailed\nOff exactly as\nYou passed my exit sign\nKept on driving straight\nAnd left our future to the right\nNow I am stuck between my\nAnger and the blame\nThat I can't face\nAnd memories are something\nEven smoking weed does not replace\nAnd I am terrified of weather\n'cause I see you when it rains\nAnd doc told me to travel\nBut there's COVID on the planes\nAnd I,  love Vermont\nBut it's the season of the sticks\nAnd I,   saw your mom\nShe forgot that I existed\nAnd it's,   half my fault but\nI just like to play the victim\nI'll drink   alcohol 'til my\nFriends come home for Christmas\nAnd I'll,   dream each night\nOf some version of you\nThat I,   might not have but\nI did not lose\nNow you're    tire tracks and\nOne pair of shoes\nAnd I'm   split in half but\nThat'll   have to do\nSo I thought that if I piled\nSomething good on all my bad\nThat I could cancel out the\nDarkness I inherited from dad\nNo and I'm    no longer funny\nBut I miss the way you laugh\nYou once called me forever\nNow you still can't call me back\nAnd I,  love Vermont\nBut it's the season of the sticks\nAnd I,   saw your mom\nShe forgot that I existed\nAnd it's,   half my fault but\nI just like to play the victim\nI'll drink   alcohol 'til my\nFriends come home for Christmas\nAnd I'll,   dream each night\nOf some version of you\nThat I,   might not have but\nI did not lose\nNow you're    tire tracks and\nOne pair of shoes\nAnd I'm   split in half but\nThat'll   have to do\nBridge:\nOh that'll have to do\nMy other half was you\nI hope this pain's just passing\nThrough\nBut I doubt it\nBridge:\nAnd I,  love Vermont\nBut it's the season of the sticks\nAnd I,   saw your mom\nShe forgot that I existed\nAnd it's,   half my fault but\nI just like to play the victim\nI'll drink   alcohol 'til my\nFriends come home for Christmas\nAnd I'll,   dream each night\nOf some version of you\nThat I,   might not have but\nI did not lose\nNow you're    tire tracks and\nOne pair of shoes\nAnd I'm   split in half but\nThat'll   have to do\nHave to do\nEnding:","chords":["A"]}