Stick Season Ukulele chords by Noah Kahan

• Capo on 2nd

Key: F

Intro:

F

Verse:
       F
As you promised me that I was
more than all the miles combined
            C
You mustʼve had yourself a change of
heart like halfway through the drive
                   Dm
Because your voice trailed off
exactly as you passed my exit sign
     A#
Kept on drivinʼ straight
and left our future to the right

               F
Now I am stuck between my anger
and the blame that I canʼt face
             C
And memories are somethinʼ
even smoking weed does not replace
              Dm
And I am terrified of weather
ʼcause I see you when it rains
         A#
Doc told me to travel,
but thereʼs COVID on the planes

Chorus:
    F
And I love Vermont,
but itʼs the season of the sticks
      C
And I saw your mom,
she forgot that I existed
         Dm
And itʼs half my fault,
but I just like to play the victim
           A#
Iʼll drink alcohol
ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas

         F
And Iʼll dream each night
of some version of you
       C
That I might not have,
but I did not lose
           Dm
Now youʼre tire tracks
and one pair of shoes
        A#
And Iʼm split in half,
                      F
but thatʼll have to do

Verse:
     F
So I thought that
if I piled something good on all my bad
             C
That I could cancel out
the darkness I inherited from Dad
         Dm
No, I am no longer funny
ʼcause I miss the way you laugh
    A#
You once called me "forever",
now you still canʼt call me back

Chorus:
    F
And I love Vermont,
but itʼs the season of the sticks
      C
And I saw your mom,
she forgot that I existed
         Dm
And itʼs half my fault,
but I just like to play the victim
           A#
Iʼll drink alcohol
ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas

         F
And Iʼll dream each night
of some version of you
       C
That I might not have,
but I did not lose
           Dm
Now youʼre tire tracks
and one pair of shoes
        A#
And Iʼm split in half,
                      F
but thatʼll have to do

Bridge:
                 C
Oh, thatʼll have to do
              Dm
My other half was you
                        A#
I hope this painʼs just passinʼ through
But I doubt it

Chorus:
     F
And I love Vermont,
but itʼs the season of the sticks
      C
And I saw your mom,
she forgot that I existed
         Dm
And itʼs half my fault,
but I just like to play the victim
           A#
Iʼll drink alcohol
ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas

         F
And Iʼll dream each night
of some version of you
       C
That I might not have,
but I did not lose
           Dm
Now youʼre tire tracks
and one pair of shoes
        A#
And Iʼm split in half,
                      F
but thatʼll have to do

F
Have to do