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Without You ukulele

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Am F C G x 2

    Am            F              C                     G
I'm packing up to sing my songs, all these towns blend into one,
Am      F            C            G
    I'm somewhere in Madrid.
Am            F                   C                 G
I got here on crowded trains with old guitars and a famous name,
Am     F            C           G         Am    F C G
     Running like a kid, I'm running like a kid.
Am                  F            C                 G
I carry 'round this old backpack full of CD's and Kerouac,
Am      F            C            G
      Living on the road.
  Am                   F                       C                 G
I left my heart on the coast of Wales with the boy I met at The Last Hotel
Am        F              C     G
    But I had to let him go.

    Am                F                  C              G
And that's when I was searching, I'm not searching anymore
    Am                F                  C                   G
And that's when I was learning about the things worth living for
   Am        F       C             G                 F      G (- STOP)
Before I was open, before I knew I couldn't live a day
         Am F C G 
Without you
         Am F C G 
Without you

     Am                       F                    C             G
So I moved out west where the starlets play on the boulevards of West LA
Am        F               C        G
    And I tried to make a name.
       Am              F               C                       G
But it never felt like home to me so I drove three days back to Tennessee
Am        F               C        G
     In a slow and steady rain.


    Am                F                  C              G
And that's when I was searching, I'm not searching anymore
    Am                F                  C                   G
And that's when I was learning about the things worth living for
   Am        F       C             G                 F      G (- STOP)
Before I was open, before I knew I couldn't live a day
         Am F C G 
Without you
         Am F C G 
Without you

        Am         F                C          G
Without you in the morning, to love me another day
        Am         F                 C               G
Without you in the evening, when the colors start to fade
        Am         F             C                G
Without you on the plane ride to hold my hand and pray
        Am           F              C              G
Without you standing here when you could've walked away

    Am          F                  C              G
And now I'm not searching, I'm not searching anymore
    Am            F                  C                   G
And now I'm still learning about the things worth living for
     Am         F         C            G                 F      G (- STOP)
I am here, I am open, and now I know I couldn't live a day
         Am F C G 
Without you
         Am F C G 
Without you


    Am            F              C                     G
I'm packing up to sing my songs, all these towns blend into one
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