Beneath The Pines

Intro: A 



[Verso 1]
 
               A 
Shadows on the creek bank 
             D 
Headlights turned off 
                      E 
The shoulders of your sundress 
               A 
Barely hangin' on 
 


[Verso 2]
 
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The stillness of midnight 
                   D 
Honeysuckle in the air 
                     E 
Lips taste like Tennessee 
E 
What you're doing to me 
                   A     E 
Girl it ain't even fair 
 


[Refrão]
 
                A 
I swear I could die right here 
                    D 
And say I've had it all 
                  Bm7 
Slow spinning you barefoot around 
                         E 
While the whip-poor-will calls 
            A                     A/G 
That indigo sky, the moon in your eyes 
           F#m                                    Dm 
Girl, if I could this would be the place I'd stop time 
                    A 
Cause this might be heaven right here 
E                           A 
Dancin' with you 'neath the pines 
 


[Verso 3]
 
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Them stars can't hold a candle 
                       D 
To your heat lightning glow 
                      E 
Ain't no space here between us 
E 
And this red dirt beneath us 
                      A 
Might as well just be gold 
                   E 
Yeah wherever this goes 
 


[Refrão]
 
                A 
I swear I could die right here 
                    D 
And say I've had it all 
                  Bm7 
Slow spinning you barefoot around 
                         E 
While the whip-poor-will calls 
            A                     A/G 
That indigo sky, the moon in your eyes 
           F#m                                    Dm 
Girl, if I could this would be the place I'd stop time 
                    A 
Cause this might be heaven right here 
E                           A 
Dancin' with you 'neath the pines 
 

Interlude: 
G    D  A    G 
   Mmm-hmm 
  D  E 
Mmm-hmm 



[Refrão]
 
                A 
I swear I could die right here 
                    D 
And say I've had it all 
                  Bm7 
Slow spinning you barefoot around 
                         E 
While the whip-poor-will calls 
            A                     A/G 
That indigo sky, the moon in your eyes 
           F#m                                    Dm 
Girl, if I could this would be the place I'd stop time 
                    A 
Cause this might be heaven right here 
E                           F#m   D 
Dancin' with you 'neath the pines 
       A 
I'm in heaven right here 
E                           A 
Dancin' with you 'neath the pines