Social Wedding Rings
Mount MoriahVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
: X-0-2-2-1-0
Am2: 5-7-7-5-5-5
: 1-3-3-2-1-1
: 3-5-5-4-3-3
: X-5-7-7-6-5
In a motel room in Colorado Springs
We learned what impatience brings
To women who fool around
That summer was a strung-out mess
And you swore to God you had the perfect fix
And a plan to get us out
You said, "Don't you turn around"
"Leave your strings at the door and just walk out"
I sat in the living room
And watched your girlfriend pack her things
To move away from you
Our record, Buffy Sainte-Marie
And we held hands and cried
'Til we could see anything
You said, "Don't you turn around"
"You wouldn't like what you found out here anyhow"
So I took a redeye from the Bay
Watched you watch the taxi
Pull away from Mission Street
The next time we would meet
Would be a train wreck of nerves and sexless sleep
Mistakes made into hymns
I said, "Don't you make a sound"
"Nothing's careful in desire, especially now"
There were no accidents
We asked for this, but the South is not out West
There's nothing gentle about our stomachs full of gin
We are alive and we have no rest
Ooooooh
In a farmhouse in the Piedmont hills
We learned what impatience wills
To women who have fooled around
If thievery has a voice to sing
It's the choice and sound of moving hands
Over social wedding rings
You said, "Don't you turn around"
"Leave your strings at the door and just walk out"
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Readable chord sheet for Social Wedding Rings by Mount Moriah
[Am]: X-0-2-2-1-0 Am2: 5-7-7-5-5-5 [F]: 1-3-3-2-1-1 [G]: 3-5-5-4-3-3 [Dm]: X-5-7-7-6-5 [Am] [F] [Am] [F] In a [Am] motel room in Colorado Springs [F] We learned what impatience brings To [Am] women who fool [F] around [Am] That summer was a strung-out mess And [F] you swore to God you had the perfect fix And a [Am] plan to get us [F] out You said, [Am2] "Don't you [G] turn a[F]round" [Am2] "Leave your strings [G] at the door and [F] just walk out" [Am] [F] [Am] [F] [Am] I sat in the living room And [F] watched your girlfriend pack her things To [Am] move away from [F] you [Am] Our record, Buffy Sainte-Marie And we [F] held hands and cried 'Til we could [Am] see any[F]thing You said, [Am2] "Don't you [G] turn a[F]round" [Am2] "You wouldn't like [G] what you found out here [F] anyhow" [Am] [F] [Am] [F] So I [Am] took a redeye from the Bay [F] Watched you watch the taxi Pull a[Am]way from Mission [F] Street [Am] The next time we would meet Would be a [F] train wreck of nerves and sexless sleep Mis[Am]takes made into [F] hymns I said, [Am2] "Don't you [G] make a [F] sound" [Am2] "Nothing's careful in [G] desire, [F] especially now" [Am] [F] [Am] [F] [Dm] There were no accidents [G] We asked for this, but the [F] South is not out [G] West [Dm]There's nothing gentle [G] about our stomachs full of gin [F] We are alive and we have no [G] rest [G] Oooo[Am]ooh [F] [Am] [F] In a [Am] farmhouse in the Piedmont hills [F] We learned what impatience wills To [Am] women who have fooled [F] around [Am] If thievery has a voice to sing It's the [F] choice and sound of moving hands Over [Am] social wedding [F] rings You said, [Am2] "Don't you [G] turn a[F]round" [Am2]"Leave your strings [G] at the door and [F] just walk [Am] out"