Chords for Folk Alley Sessions: Martin Sexton - "I Believe In You"
Tempo:
95.525 bpm
Chords used:
F#
G#
C#
B
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#]
In the Nashville Greyhound station, locker 23, [F#] there's an old vinyl bowling bag that once belonged to me.
In it [G#] there are memories, but I've misplaced the key.
[F#] All the keepsakes held [G#] within it, I may never [C#] get to see.
[G#] And now I [B] don't believe in much, maybe half of what [F#] I see.
[C#] Staying out of touch, or [F#] insincerity.
Or being late [Bm] for supper time, sugarcoating what ain't [F#] true.
I don't believe in [C#] much, no.
But I believe [F#] in you, [G#] I believe in [F#] you.
[G#]
That next tape that you made me, pray for a dad all on one side.
[F#] Those ticket stubs [G#] from the summer, she'll be for a cherry diet.
[F#] Bottle caps [G#] from Orchard Beach, the day you saved my hide.
[F#] You told the cops [G#] we're late for church, we [C#] laughed until we cried.
[F#] No I [B] don't believe in much, maybe half of [F#] what I see.
Some of what [C#] I touch, like a stinger's on [F#] a bee.
And I [B] don't need a book of rules, tell me what to [F#] do.
I don't [C#] believe in much, no.
[B] But I believe in you, funny how it takes losing [F#m] to find out what we have.
[G#m] Sometimes it's not [E] about choosing more [C#] luck, wanting what you have.
[F#]
[G#] [B] And I can't put my hands on it, [F#] though it's right behind that door.
[G#m] That photograph of both of us, the [B] way we were before.
[F#] I'm going back to Nashville, [A#m] gonna get that bowling [F#] bag.
[C#] All these years of not [G#] speaking to you, I've really been in drag.
[F#] Now I could [G#] call a locksmith, but that's not what I'll do.
I'm gonna [F#]
break this [G#] vow of silence, [G#m] and get back in touch [C#] with you.
Cause I don't [F#] believe in much, half of what I see.
[E] Staying out of touch, someone who was so [F#] close to me.
Oh, [C#] nothing that ain't right, oh, nothing that ain't [F#] true.
I don't believe in [C#] much, no.
But after all these years, I still [G#] believe in you.
I believe in you, so do you.
Do you believe me?
[F#] Cause I do.
[G#] I believe [C#] in you. Yeah.
[F#]
In the Nashville Greyhound station, locker 23, [F#] there's an old vinyl bowling bag that once belonged to me.
In it [G#] there are memories, but I've misplaced the key.
[F#] All the keepsakes held [G#] within it, I may never [C#] get to see.
[G#] And now I [B] don't believe in much, maybe half of what [F#] I see.
[C#] Staying out of touch, or [F#] insincerity.
Or being late [Bm] for supper time, sugarcoating what ain't [F#] true.
I don't believe in [C#] much, no.
But I believe [F#] in you, [G#] I believe in [F#] you.
[G#]
That next tape that you made me, pray for a dad all on one side.
[F#] Those ticket stubs [G#] from the summer, she'll be for a cherry diet.
[F#] Bottle caps [G#] from Orchard Beach, the day you saved my hide.
[F#] You told the cops [G#] we're late for church, we [C#] laughed until we cried.
[F#] No I [B] don't believe in much, maybe half of [F#] what I see.
Some of what [C#] I touch, like a stinger's on [F#] a bee.
And I [B] don't need a book of rules, tell me what to [F#] do.
I don't [C#] believe in much, no.
[B] But I believe in you, funny how it takes losing [F#m] to find out what we have.
[G#m] Sometimes it's not [E] about choosing more [C#] luck, wanting what you have.
[F#]
[G#] [B] And I can't put my hands on it, [F#] though it's right behind that door.
[G#m] That photograph of both of us, the [B] way we were before.
[F#] I'm going back to Nashville, [A#m] gonna get that bowling [F#] bag.
[C#] All these years of not [G#] speaking to you, I've really been in drag.
[F#] Now I could [G#] call a locksmith, but that's not what I'll do.
I'm gonna [F#]
break this [G#] vow of silence, [G#m] and get back in touch [C#] with you.
Cause I don't [F#] believe in much, half of what I see.
[E] Staying out of touch, someone who was so [F#] close to me.
Oh, [C#] nothing that ain't right, oh, nothing that ain't [F#] true.
I don't believe in [C#] much, no.
But after all these years, I still [G#] believe in you.
I believe in you, so do you.
Do you believe me?
[F#] Cause I do.
[G#] I believe [C#] in you. Yeah.
[F#]
Key:
F#
G#
C#
B
G#m
F#
G#
C#
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In the Nashville Greyhound station, locker 23, [F#] there's an old vinyl bowling bag that once belonged to me.
In it [G#] there are memories, but I've misplaced the key.
[F#] All the keepsakes held [G#] within it, I may never [C#] get to see.
_ _ _ _ [G#] And now I [B] don't believe in much, maybe half of what [F#] I see. _
[C#] Staying out of touch, or [F#] insincerity.
Or being late [Bm] for supper time, sugarcoating what ain't [F#] true.
I don't believe in [C#] much, no.
_ But I believe [F#] in you, [G#] _ _ _ I believe in [F#] you.
[G#] _ _ _ _ _
That next tape that you made me, pray for a dad all on one side.
[F#] Those ticket stubs [G#] from the summer, she'll be for a cherry diet.
_ [F#] Bottle caps [G#] from Orchard Beach, the day you saved my hide.
[F#] You told the cops [G#] we're late for church, we [C#] laughed until we cried.
_ _ _ [F#] _ No I [B] don't believe in much, maybe half of [F#] what I see.
Some of what [C#] I touch, like a stinger's on [F#] a bee.
And I [B] don't need a book of rules, tell me what to [F#] do.
_ I don't [C#] believe in much, no.
_ _ [B] But I believe in you, funny how it takes losing [F#m] to find out what we have.
[G#m] Sometimes it's not [E] about choosing more [C#] luck, wanting what you _ have.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] [B] And I can't put my hands on it, [F#] though it's right behind that door.
[G#m] That photograph of both of us, the [B] way we were before.
_ _ _ [F#] I'm going back to Nashville, [A#m] gonna get that bowling [F#] bag.
[C#] All these years of not [G#] speaking to you, I've really been in drag.
[F#] Now I could [G#] call a locksmith, but that's not what I'll do.
I'm gonna [F#]
break this [G#] vow of silence, _ _ [G#m] and get back in touch [C#] with you.
_ _ Cause I don't [F#] believe in much, half of what I see.
[E] Staying out of touch, someone who was so [F#] close to me.
Oh, [C#] nothing that ain't right, oh, nothing that ain't [F#] true.
I don't believe in [C#] much, no.
But after all these years, I still [G#] believe in you.
_ _ I believe in you, so do you.
Do you believe me?
[F#] Cause I do.
[G#] _ _ _ I believe [C#] in you. Yeah. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In the Nashville Greyhound station, locker 23, [F#] there's an old vinyl bowling bag that once belonged to me.
In it [G#] there are memories, but I've misplaced the key.
[F#] All the keepsakes held [G#] within it, I may never [C#] get to see.
_ _ _ _ [G#] And now I [B] don't believe in much, maybe half of what [F#] I see. _
[C#] Staying out of touch, or [F#] insincerity.
Or being late [Bm] for supper time, sugarcoating what ain't [F#] true.
I don't believe in [C#] much, no.
_ But I believe [F#] in you, [G#] _ _ _ I believe in [F#] you.
[G#] _ _ _ _ _
That next tape that you made me, pray for a dad all on one side.
[F#] Those ticket stubs [G#] from the summer, she'll be for a cherry diet.
_ [F#] Bottle caps [G#] from Orchard Beach, the day you saved my hide.
[F#] You told the cops [G#] we're late for church, we [C#] laughed until we cried.
_ _ _ [F#] _ No I [B] don't believe in much, maybe half of [F#] what I see.
Some of what [C#] I touch, like a stinger's on [F#] a bee.
And I [B] don't need a book of rules, tell me what to [F#] do.
_ I don't [C#] believe in much, no.
_ _ [B] But I believe in you, funny how it takes losing [F#m] to find out what we have.
[G#m] Sometimes it's not [E] about choosing more [C#] luck, wanting what you _ have.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] [B] And I can't put my hands on it, [F#] though it's right behind that door.
[G#m] That photograph of both of us, the [B] way we were before.
_ _ _ [F#] I'm going back to Nashville, [A#m] gonna get that bowling [F#] bag.
[C#] All these years of not [G#] speaking to you, I've really been in drag.
[F#] Now I could [G#] call a locksmith, but that's not what I'll do.
I'm gonna [F#]
break this [G#] vow of silence, _ _ [G#m] and get back in touch [C#] with you.
_ _ Cause I don't [F#] believe in much, half of what I see.
[E] Staying out of touch, someone who was so [F#] close to me.
Oh, [C#] nothing that ain't right, oh, nothing that ain't [F#] true.
I don't believe in [C#] much, no.
But after all these years, I still [G#] believe in you.
_ _ I believe in you, so do you.
Do you believe me?
[F#] Cause I do.
[G#] _ _ _ I believe [C#] in you. Yeah. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
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