Six feet apart
D - A - D -
A - G - Em -
G - Em - A
D A
D
1. When the dogwoods start to
bloom
A G
and
the crickets hum their tune,
D A D
that's
usually about the time that I feel most alive.
A D
But the news has all
been bad,
A G
and the
whole world seems so sad,
D
I ain't
had much else going on,
A D
so I
sat down and wrote this song.
G
A
I miss my mom, I miss my dad,
D A
Bm
miss the road, I miss my band,
giving hugs and shaking hands.
G
A D
It's a mystery, I suppose, just
how long this thing goes,
A Bm
but there'll be crowds and
there'll be shows.
G
There will be light after dark,
A D
some day we aren't six feet apart.
+ D - A - D
- A
D A D
2. First thing that I'm gonna do
A G
slide
on in some corner booth
D
and
take the whole damn family out,
A
D
buy
my buddies all a round.
A
D
Pay some extra on the tab,
A
G
catch
a movie, catch a cab,
D
watch
a ball game from the stands,
A D
probably
over-wash my hands.
G A
I miss my mom, I miss my dad,
D A Bm
miss the road, I miss my band,
giving hugs and shaking hands.
G A D
It's a mystery, I suppose,
just how long this thing goes,
A Bm
but there'll be crowds and
there'll be shows.
G
There will be light after dark,
A
D
some day we aren't six feet apart.
+ D - A - Bm - A
+ repeat CHORUS
+ D - A - Bm - A
G
+ There will be light
after dark
A D
some
day we aren't six feet apart.
+ D - A - D
- A - G - A - D
(orig. = capo 4th) (Luke Combs)