Noah Kahan – Stick Season

Performed by
Noah Kahan
Release Year
2022
Suggested Capo
Fret 2

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Noah Kahan – Stick Season
Key: A Major BPM: ♩ = 118 Time: 4/4
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As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must have
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 had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive, because your
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 voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
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 Kept on driving straight and left our future to the right
 
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Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face
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And memories are something even smoking weed does not replace, and I am
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 terrified of weather ‘cause I see you when it rains
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 Doc told me to travel but there's COVID on the planes, and I
 
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   love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks, and I
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   saw your mom she forgot that I existed, and it’s
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   half my fault but I just like to play the victim, I’ll drink
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   alcohol ‘till my friends come home for Christmas, and I
 
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   dream each night of some version of you, that I
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   might not have but I   did not lose, now you’re
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   tire tracks and one   pair of shoes, and I’m   split in half but that’ll   have to do
 
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So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad, that I could
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 cancel out the darkness I inherited from Dad, no I am
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   no longer funny ‘cause I miss the way you laugh
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 Once called me forever now you still can't call me back, and I
 
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   love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks, and I
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   saw your mom she forgot that I existed, and it’s
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   half my fault but I just like to play the victim, I’ll drink
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   alcohol ‘till my friends come home for Christmas, and I’ll

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   dream each night of some version of you, that I
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   might not have but I   did not lose, now you’re
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   tire tracks and one   pair of shoes, and I’m   split in half but that’ll   have to do

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        Oh, that’ll have to do,    my other half was
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 you,    I hope this pain’s just passing through, but I doubt it, and I

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   love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks, and I
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   saw your mom she forgot that I existed, and it’s
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   half my fault but I just like to play the victim, I’ll drink
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   alcohol ‘till my friends come home for Christmas, and I

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   dream each night of some version of you, that I
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   might not have but I   did not lose, now you’re
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   tire tracks and one   pair of shoes, and I’m   split in half but that’ll   have to do
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   have to do

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