Stick Season

Noah Kahan

Created: Tue, April 15 2025

Latest changes: Tue, April 15 2025

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F#m

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E

A/E

Intro

A A

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F#m F#m

D D

A/E A/E

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Verse 1

As

yo A

u

promised

me

that

I

was

more

than

all

the

miles

combined

You

must

have

E

had

yourself

a

change

of

heart

like

halfway

through

the

drive

'Cause

your

voice

F#m

trailed

off

exactly

as

you

passed

my

exit

sign

D

Kept

on

driving

straight

and

left

our

future

to

the

right

Verse 2

Now

I

am

A

stuck

between

my

anger

and

the

blame

that

I

can't

face

And

memories

E

are

something

even

smoking

weed

does

not

replace

And

I

am

F#m

terrified

of

weather

'cause

I

see

you

when

it

rains

D

Doc

told

me

to

travel

but

there's

COVID

on

the

planes

Chorus

And

I

A/E

love

Vermont

but

it's

the

season

of

the

sticks

E

and

I

Saw

your

mom,

she

forgot

that

I

existed

And

it's F#m

half

my

fault

but

I

just

like

to

play

the

victim

I'll

drink

D

alcohol

till

my

frie D

nds

come

home

for

Christmas

And

I'll A

dream

each

night

of

some

version

of

you

That

I

E

might

not

have

but

I

did

not

lose

Now

you're F#m

tire

tracks

and

one

pair

of

shoes

And

I' D

m

split

in

half

but

that' E

ll

have

to

do

ooh

ooh

Verse 3

So

I

A

thought

that

if

I

piled

something

good

on

all

my

bad

That

I

could

c E

ancel

out

the

darkness

I

inherited

from

dad

No,

I

am

F#m

no

longer

funny

'cause

I

miss

the

way

you

laugh

You

o D

nce

called

me

forever,

now

you

still

can't

call

me

back

Chorus

And

I

A/E

love

Vermont

but

it's

the

season

of

the

sticks

a E

nd

I

Saw

your

mom,

she

forgot

that

I

existed

And

it's

F#m

half

my

fault

but

I

just

like

to

play

the

victim

I'll

drink

D

alcohol

till

my

friends

come

home

for

Christmas

And

I'll A

dream

each

night

of

some

version

of

you

That

I E

might

not

have

but

I

did

not

lose

Now

you're F#m

tire

tracks

and

one

pair

of

shoes

And

I'm

D

split

in

half

but

that E

'll

have

to

do

o A

oh

ooh

Bridge

A

Oh,

that'll

have

E

to

do

My

other

half

w F#m

as

you

I

hope

this

pain's

just

D

passing

through

But

I

E

doubt

it

Chorus

And

I

A/E

love

Vermont

but

it's

the

season

of

the

sticks

E

and

I

Saw

your

mom,

she

forgot

that

I

existed

And

it's

F#m

half

my

fault

but

I

just

like

to

play

the

victim

I'll

drink

D

alcohol

till

my

frie D

nds

come

home

for

Christmas

And

I'll A

dream

each

night

of

some

version

of

you

That

E

I

might

not

have

but

I

did

not

lose

Now

you're F#m

tire

tracks

and

one

pair

of

shoes

And

I'm D

split

in

half

but

that' E

ll

have

to

do

Have

to

do

A

ooh

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