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Virginia May

Gregory Alan Isakov
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
slept  high up in the Rockies
 set my clock  for californ-i-ey-aye
 and i dreamed  up somethin special to give that ocean
 man, she cuffs  me anyway
 so i’m banking on virginia
 to keep me calm and clear and straight
 just like clock work seems to tell us
 with every passing storm there’s just a harder hail
 so light  my way,  Virginia  May
 i can’t  sit still, just pace across this hallway
 we spent  all this  time
 just trading  crimes,
 while the tune-smith  packed a lunch,
 he’s headed  down the coastline
 there’s a loneliness thats blowin
 well i heard it from the radio man
 he’s been locked up in the belfry
 listening close, to a string upon a can
 me, i’m sailin on to that savior,
 she’s a pilgrim living on the modern time
 and ever since i found her magic
 now every car or cloud that passes is a sign
 light my way, Virginia May
 i can’t sit still just pace across this hallway
 we spent all this time
 just trading crimes
 and i’m saving all my sleep for another life
 i’m saving all my sleep for another life.

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Readable chord sheet for Virginia May by Gregory Alan Isakov

[C]   [F]   [G]

[C]slept high up in the Rockies
set my cl[F]ock for calif[G]orn-i-ey-aye     [C]         [F]             [C]
and i dr[Em]eamed up somethin special to give that o[F]cean
man, she cuf[G]fs me anyway[C]    [F]        [C]

so i’m banking on virginia
to keep me calm and clear and straight
just like clock work seems to tell us
with every passing storm there’s just a harder hail

so lig[F]ht my wa[C]y, Virg[F]inia M[Am]ay
i can[C]’t sit still, just pace across this h[G]allway
we spent[F] all thi[C]s time
just tra[F]ding c[Am]rimes,
while the tu[G]ne-smith packed a lunch,
he’s heade[F]d down the coastli[C]ne [F]     [C]

[C]   [F]   [G]     [C]  [F]  [C]

there’s a loneliness thats blowin
well i heard it from the radio man
he’s been locked up in the belfry
listening close, to a string upon a can

me, i’m sailin on to that savior,
she’s a pilgrim living on the modern time
and ever since i found her magic
now every car or cloud that passes is a sign

light my way, Virginia May
i can’t sit still just pace across this hallway
we spent all this time
just trading crimes

and i’m saving all my sleep for another life
i’m saving all my sleep for another life.

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