Havertown

Capo: 1 fret 

    
Intro 
Am  Fmaj7  Cmaj7  G 


Intro 

    
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                Am           Fmaj7      Cmaj7      G                 Am 
e|-----------------0-----------0----------0--------3----|------------0---| 
B|-----------------1-----------1----------0----1---0----|------------1---| 
G|-----------------2-----------2----0-2-0-0------0-0----|------------2---| 
D|-----------------2----2-2-2--3----------2--------0----|------------2---| 
A|--0--0--2--3--0--0----------------------3--------2----|--0-0-2-3---0---| 
E|-------------------------------------------------3----|----------------| 
                                                                     If you . . . 


[Verso 1]


Am                             Fmaj7 
If you’ve got plans tonight uh oh there goes my appetite, 
C                               G 
I’m face down in Havertown with wasted words inside my mouth, 
Am                           Fmaj7 
The boys are getting high in someone’s garage next to yard supplies, 
C                                G 
Talkin' bout a piece of ass over classic rock 102.9, 
Am                            Fmaj7 
I saw I missed your call, but works at 8 I guess your off, 
    C                                      G 
The highlights getting dimmer here, here’s to another wasted year , 
F       Am             C 
So much more time to decide, 
                       G 
But each year seems to run a little faster, 
F    Am                  C 
So it goes, the passage of time, 
                      G 
Keeps closing in, and I’m not getting past her. 



[Refrão]

 
Am              Fmaj7 
Oooh one more December, 
             C                G 
Then I’ll be gone, baby don’t cry, 
        Am             Fmaj7 
Ooh ooh ooh by next September, 
           C                               G 
They’ll be singing out the words I’ve been screaming all my life. 


Instrumental 

Am  Fmaj7  C  G Gadd11 G 



[Verso 2]


Am                          Fmaj7 
I got no plans tonight I’ll drink myself to paradise, 
C 
Lost inside that neon sign, 
    G 
Til drunken crowds sing Closing Time, 
Am                            Fmaj7 
The cops will wait outside to shake those feeling brave to drive, 
C                                         G 
Frantic girls grab at their phones, while street lights try to guide me home, 
Am 
This summer came and gone, 
     Fmaj7 
They still don’t know what I’ve been on, 
      C 
While autumns chill is creeping in, 
     G                     F 
I’ll comatose till winter ends, 
        Am             C 
So much more time to decide, 
                       G            Gadd11 G 
But each year seems to run a little fa-----ster, 
F    Am                  C 
So it goes, the passage of time, 
                      G               Gadd11 G 
Keeps closing in, and I’m not getting past   her. 


[Refrão]

 
Am              Fmaj7 
Oooh one more December, 
             C                G 
Then I’ll be gone, baby don’t cry, 
        Am             Fmaj7 
Ooh ooh ooh by next September, 
           C                               G 
They’ll be singing out the words I’ve been screaming all my life. 


Instrumental
 
Am  Fmaj7  C  G Gadd11 G 
Am  Fmaj7  C  G Gadd11 G 


[Verso 3]


Am 
If we make plans tonight, 
        Fmaj7 
There’s dreams we’ll have to sacrifice, 
     C                          G 
This comfort in complacency, is taking more than I would leave, 
Am                          Fmaj7 
I thought I’d be a star and crawl out from this Irish bar, 
    C 
The wasted years are packing in, 
    G 
The moment came and ran again. 


[Refrão]


Am              Fmaj7 
Oooh one more December, 
             C                G 
Then I’ll be gone, baby don’t cry, 
        Am             Fmaj7 
Ooh ooh ooh by next September, 
           C                               G 
They’ll be singing out the words I’ve been screaming all my life. 


Outro 

Am              Fmaj7 
Oooh one more December, 
             C                G 
Then I’ll be gone, baby don’t cry, 
Gadd11 G   Am             F7 
Ooh    ooh ooh by next September, 
           C                              G 
They’ll be singing out the words I’ve been screaming all my life.