Divorce And The American South

      D
Hey, Dianne
                         G
Could you pick Up The phone?
                    D
I know that you're listening.
                        A
Baby I know that you're home
                   Em
And I know where i went wrong.
                   G
Don't you leave me alone.
                      D    A    G
Could you pick up the phone?
                    D              
I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere 
       G
in the south.
                       Bm        
I don't know where i'm going, but 
                 A
I'm figuring it out.
                        Em         
I locked myself in this phone 
                      G
booth, read you the number aloud.
                     D
Now, I'm waiting it out.


[Chorus]

     G         D                  
If I lay here long enough, maybe 
   Em
the bugs will eat me whole.
     G         D                  
If I stay here long enough maybe 
    Em
the night could take me home.
             A                   G
I won't let go, even if you say so.
                D   A   G
No, I won't let go.


[Verse]

       D                        
Hey, Dianne, I've been trying to 
 G
quit.
              D                    
I went from a pack and a half a day
  A
 to this e-cigarette bullshit
          Em                       
It don't give me what I want but it
   G
 stops them coughing fits.
                        D    A   G
Oh, I know how you hate it.
          D
Hey, Dianne
                G
I know I fucked up.
               Bm                A
It's just when we lost the baby, I 
kind of shut off.
        Em                    
And I know I never listened. I 
         G                     D
wasn't there for you enough. I'm a 
fuck up.


[Chorus]

     G         D                  
If I lay here long enough, maybe 
     Em
the bugs will eat me whole.
      G        D                  
If I stay here long enough maybe 
     Em
the night would take me home.
            A                   G
I won't let go, even if you say so.
                  D   A   G     Em
No, I won't let go.

         D       Bm    A         
I had a dream, that I, I flew 
   G       Em
back north.
          D           Bm          
And the plane went down, before we
  A    G
 hit new york.


[Outro]

                       D      A   G
You didn't come to the funeral.
                       D      A    G
You didn't come to the funeral.
                       D      A    G
I hope you'd come to the funeral.
                       D      A    G
I hope you'd come to the funeral.
       D
Hey Dianne.