Saint Valentine - Gregory Alan Isakov
Capo: Fret 3
Tuning: Standard, E A D G B E
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Well, Grace sh
e is gone, she
's a half-writ
ten poem
She went out f
or cigarettes
and never came
home
And I swallowe
d the sun and
screamed and w
ailed
Straight down
to the dirt so
I could find
her trail
Spread out acr
oss the Great
Divide
[Verse 2]
Well, I just c
ame to talk, S
aint Valentine
I never pictur
ed you living
here with the
rats and the v
ines
Ain't that my
old heart hang
ing out on you
r lines
You're all fuc
ked up, Saint
Valentine
[Verse 3]
Now I circle t
he bars on the
promenade
While the girl
s in the glass
, they're just
throwing me s
hade
And I'm saving
my coins up f
or Jingling Ja
ne
She's out pluc
king strings i
n the pouring
pouring
She's out pluc
king strings i
n the pouring
rain
[Verse 4]
See I'm all cr
ooked feet, Sa
int Valentine
I've circled t
his map till i
t caught on fi
re
Now Grace she'
s left you jus
t skin and bon
e
Well, you hang
up your hat,
but you can't
call it home
You've tried a
nd you've trie
d, but you can
't call it hom
e
You're the lon
eliest one, Sa
int Valentine
You're the lon
eliest one, Sa
int Valentine
You're all fuc
ked up, Saint
Valentine
[Outro]