Saint Valentine - Gregory Alan Isakov

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Tuning: Standard, E A D G B E

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[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


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