Chords used:
[G/B] [F#/A] [E/G] [D/F#] [C/E] [C/G]

–x– –x– –x– –0– –0– –0– –0– –3– –2–
–12- –10- –8– –7– –5– –8– –3– –2– –3–
–0– –0– –0– –0– –0– –0– –0– –0– –2–
–0– –x– –x– –0– –0– –0– –2– –0– –0–
–10- –9– –7– –5– –3– –x– –3– –2– –x–
–x– –x– –x– –x– –x– –8– –x– –x– –x–

note: The first six chord names aren’t necessarily accurate, I just named them
after the two notes you are fretting

Intro:
[G/B] [F#/A] [E/G] [D/F#] [C/E]
[G/B] [F#/A] [E/G] [D/F#] [C/G]
[G/B]Staring at the [F#/A]pictures of the [E/G]runaways [D/F#]on the w[C/E]all
[G/B]Seems like, [F#/A]these days, you [E/G]couldn’t r[D/F#]un away at [C/G]all
[G/B]Even if you [F#/A]did, what you [E/G]got to [D/F#]run away [C/E]tox
Just ano[G/B]ther drunk [F#/A]daddy with a w[E/G]hite man’s p[D/F#]oint of [C/G]view
I can s[G/B]ee you in[F#/A] my min[E/G]d’s eye, ca[D/F#]tching l[C/E]ight
[G/B]Sleep beside the [F#/A]river if we [E/G]make it out of[D/F#] town to[C/G]night
You can [G/B]strip in [F#/A]Portland from the [E/G]day you t[D/F#]urn sixt[C/E]een
You got [G/B]one thing to [F#/A]sell and [E/G]benzodi[D/F#]azepin[C/G]e
Ten years ago I might have seen you dancing in a different light,
and offered up my help in different ways,
but those were different d[G/B]ays[F#/A][E/G][D/F#][C/E]
Those were different da[G/B]ys[F#/A][E/G][D/F#][C/G]

Had a [G/B]girl back [F#/A]home and we [E/G]shared her[D/F#] single [C/E]bed
When I w[G/B]hispered in her[F#/A] ear, she be[E/G]lieved every [D/F#]word I s[C/G]aid
If she [G/B]didn’t bel[F#/A]ieve, she d[E/G]idn’t da[D/F#]re give me s[C/E]lack
Or it was[G/B] “Baby, I [F#/A]love you, get [E/G]off of my g[D/F#]oddamn [C/G]back”
[G/B]Time went [F#/A]by and I l[E/G]eft and I [D/F#]left ag[C/E]ain
[G/B]Jesus loves a [F#/A]sinner but the h[E/G]ighway l[D/F#]oves a [C/G]sin
My d[G/B]addy t[F#/A]old me, I b[E/G]elieve he [D/F#]told me [C/E]true that:
“The r[G/B]ight thing’s [F#/A]always the [E/G]hardest [D/F#]thing to[C/G] do”
Ten years ago I might have stuck around for another night,
and used her in a thousand different ways,
but those were different [G/B]days[F#/A][E/G][D/F#][C/E]
Those were different d[G/B]ays[F#/A][E/G][D/F#][C/G]

And the story’s only mine to live and die with
The answer’s only mine to come across,
but the ghosts that I got scared and I got high with
look a little lost

Ten years ago I might have thought I didn’t have the right
To say the things an outlaw wouldn’t say,
But those were different [G/B]days[F#/A][E/G][D/F#][C/E]
Those were different d[G/B]ays[F#/A][E/G][D/F#][C/G]
Those were different d[G/B]ays[F#/A][E/G][D/F#][C/E]

[G/B] [F#/A] [E/G] [D/F#] [C/G]

Here is a great live version of this song where I pulled the chords from:

Thought he had the red lights memorized
Glass in the gravel like the stars in the sky
In that slow motion minute between living and dead
Looked in my eyes and he told me, he said

This war that I wage to get up every day
It’s a fiberglass boat, it’s azaleas in May
It’s the women I love and the law that I hate
Lord let me die in the Iodine State
Lord let me die in the Iodine State

(During the last part of the chorus, mimic the vocal melody with something like this:

|————————————————-|
|———5–5h7-5~——————————-|
|—–s6————-6s–2–4-2-4-2~————–|
|————————————————-|
|————————————————-|
|————————————————-|

Palmetto rose in the sidewalk mud
Pearly white stem and a big green bud
Catch him coming out of a King Street store
Bullsht story about the Civil War

You can believe what you want to believe
But there ain’t no making up a basket weave
Everybody in the tri-county knows
Who makes the best palmetto rose

This war that I wage to get up every day
It’s a fiberglass boat, it’s azaleas in May
It’s the women I love and the law that I hate
Lord let me die in the Iodine State
Lord let me die in the Iodine State

|————————————————-|
|———5–5h7-5~——————————-|
|—–s6————-6s–2–4-2-4-2~————–|
|————————————————-|
|————————————————-|
|————————————————-|

Violin: F#m E D A

Out on Sullivan’s Island, they’re swimming
On the beach where the big boats rolled in
With the earliest slaves, women and children
Our first American kin

Here on King Street we’re selling our roses
Two for a five dollar bill
And tonight after everything closes
I’ll follow my own free will

And I’ve taken my fill
I’ve taken my fill

ALABAMA PINES – Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit

Capo 4

Intro : C

Well I moved into this room, if you could call it that, a week ago.
I never do what I’m supposed to do.
I hardly even know my name anymore.
When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away.

I can’t get to sleep at night. The parking lot’s so loud and bright.
The a/c hasn’t worked in twenty years.
Probably never made a single person cold,
but I can’t say the same for me. I’ve done it many times.

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.

You can’t drive through Talladega on a weekend in October.
Head up north to Jacksonville. Cut around and over.
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs.
They ain’t got a thing to do. They’ll get you every time.

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.
Ohh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
Ohh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/j/jason_isbell/alabama_pines_crd_ver_2.html )
If we pass through on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wayne’s.
It’s the only open liquor store north, and I can’t stand the pain
of being by myself without a little help
on a Sunday afternoon.

I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline.
I tried to be some ancient kind of man,
one that’s never seen the beauty in the world,
but I tried to chase it down… tried to make the whole thing mine.

Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines.
Ohh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
Ohh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

I’ve been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two.
I never do what I’m supposed to do.
I don’t even need a name anymore.
When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away.
No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about.
The liberties that we can’t do without seem to disappear
like ghosts in the air.
When we don’t even care, it truly vanishes away.

Chords used:
Cmaj9 020010
Am7 302010
Fmaj7 133210

e|-2---0--|---------------|------------|----------------------------------------|
B|-3---3--|--0h1-1-0-----0|----1-0-----|--0h3-3-3-3-----------------------------|
G|-2---2--|--0h2-----2-0--|0-0-----2-0-|--0h2-2-4-2-----------------------------|
D|-0---0--|--0h2----------|0h2---------|--0-0-0-0-0-----------------------------|
A|--------|--0-0----------|0h2---------|----------------------------------------|
E|--------|---------------|0-0---------|----------------------------------------|

Pictures of the farm before us
Old men in a gospel chorus
Sepia and saddle horses Easy on the reins

’81 a motor and your
Mama’s 17 again
She’s squinting at the dusty wind the anger of the plains

e|---2--/-0-|--3-3-x-3---|-5-5-x-3---|--0-0-x-2---|--------------------------|
B|---3--/-6-|--5-5-x-5---|-5-5-x-5---|--1-1-x-3---|--------------------------|
G|---2--/-5-|--5-5-x-4---|-5-5-x-4---|--2-2-x-2---|--------------------------|
D|---0--/-0-|--0-0-x-0---|-0-0-x-0---|--0-0-x-0---|--------------------------|
A|----------|------------|-----------|------------|--------------------------|
E|----------|------------|-----------|------------|--------------------------|

You and I were almost nothing
Pray to God that God was bluffing
17 ain’t old enough to reason with the pain

How could we expect the two to
stay in love when neither knew the
meaning of the difference between sacred and profane

Chorus Chords

[G/B]

e|---3-----|----3-----|----2----|---3-----|---0----|----3----|----3----------|
B|---3-----|----3-----|----3----|---3-----|---3----|----3----|----3----------|
G|---0-----|----0-----|----2----|---2-----|---2----|----0----|----0----------|
D|---2-----|----0-----|----0----|---0-----|---0----|----2----|----x----------|
A|---3-----|----2-----|---------|---------|--------|----0----|----2----------|
E|---------|----3-----|---------|---------|--------|---------|---------------|

I was riding on my mother’s hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years I took from her
Just by being born[G/B]

e|---2--/-0-|--3-3-x-3---|-5-5-x-3---|--0-0-x-2---|--------------------------| x2
B|---3--/-6-|--5-5-x-5---|-5-5-x-5---|--1-1-x-3---|--------------------------|
G|---2--/-5-|--5-5-x-4---|-5-5-x-4---|--2-2-x-2---|--------------------------|
D|---0--/-0-|--0-0-x-0---|-0-0-x-0---|--0-0-x-0---|--------------------------|
A|----------|------------|-----------|------------|--------------------------|
E|----------|------------|-----------|------------|--------------------------|

Didn’t mean to break the cycle
At 17 I went by Michael
No one ever called me by my own name anyway
Five full generations living
All these expectations giving way to one
Late to have a baby on the way

Chorus

You were riding on your mother’s hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years you took from her
Just by being born [G/B]

This is how you make yourself call your mother
And this is how you make yourself closer to your brother
And remember him back when he was small enough to help you sing

(Chorus)
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He’s something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built that’s all for show goes up in flames
In 24 frames

(Verse)
This is how you see yourself floating on the ceiling
And this is how you help her when her heart stops beating
What happened to the part of you that noticed every changing wind

This is how you talk to her when no one else is listening
And this is how you help her when the muse goes missing
You vanish so she can go drowning in a dream again

(Chorus)
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He’s something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built that’s all for show goes up in flames
In 24 frames

Intro D-G-D-G-Em

Take my body to Seven-Mile Island.

Lay my head down where Indians sleep.

Take your shoes off and walk across the water.

It’s been so long so I heard a man speak.

Watch the spillways when the water starts rising.
Take your hat off when the sun goes down.
Keep your eyes on that concrete tower.
Maybe one day it will crumble to the ground.

Mary’s crying ‘cause she can’t hold water
and her clothes don’t fit her right.

She used to say that she wanted a daughter,
now she only wants a Saturday night.

There were days when that dusty cave was empty,
back before this city made a claim
on that hotel for wanderers and strangers,
back before you could live off of your name.

We all live in an Airstream trailer
about three-hundred yards up the lake.
Call the doctor, Mary’s going into labor
and you can’t raise a baby on shake.

So take my body to Seven-Mile Island
Lay some stones down on top of my grave.
Tell my lady I just couldn’t bear to see her
Tell my daughter I just couldn’t be saved.

Outro D-G-D-G-Em