Chords for Winsome Smile - Chris Smither
Tempo:
94.9 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
B
G#m
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#] [F#]
[C#] [B] [C#]
[F#] Stop thinking now, quit second guessing all your failed [C#] relations, which [B] all would have,
could have, should [F#] have, maybe might have been.
I'll show you how, send your feelings out for [C#] lubrication, [B] lose these blues and screw
[F#] your head on tight again.
She [G#m] cut you bad, your [F#] heart is just a scar, [G#m] but if you could just [A#m] get mad, [B] you'd be better
off by far.
What [F#] you want is taken, what you need is better [C#] circulation, [B] work [C#] that heavy heart [F#] and get
it light again.
[C#] [B]
[F#]
Listen to me now, you suffer from a sadness [C#] apprehension, that if she [B] could read your
mind [C#] she'd see just [F#] how it ought to be.
But she's read it all by now, and your style don't get a grip on her attention.
[B] She ain't in your [C#] state of mind, and [F#] she don't want to be.
You [G#m] think if she'd just talk, you could [F#] explain it all.
[G#m] She'd be [A#m] polite, but all night [B] she's been hoping [C#] you won't call.
She'll [F#] say it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend, plus loads of shit too [C#] dumb to mention.
[B] I've been that [C#] road and it's paved with [F#] good intentions.
[C#] [B]
[F#] Well it's hard to believe, but I'm telling you, your heart would [C#] soon cover.
But [B] you don't want it to.
[A#m] You love this [F#] ache and agony, cause it's noble, boy and it's true.
You won't forsake this pain for other [C#] lovers.
[B] The happiness [C#] would fill [F#] your mind with misery.
[G#m] The time will wound all heals, and it [F#] ain't pretty.
[G#m] With any luck [A#m] at all, she'll find [B] some dope that you can [C#] pity.
Your [F#] loss is measured in illusions, and your gain is all in bittersweet [C#] intelligence.
[B] And your winsome [C#] smile will lose [F#] some of its innocence.
[G#m] Your winsome smile, [B] your winsome smile will lose [F#] some of its innocence.
[N]
[C#] [B] [C#]
[F#] Stop thinking now, quit second guessing all your failed [C#] relations, which [B] all would have,
could have, should [F#] have, maybe might have been.
I'll show you how, send your feelings out for [C#] lubrication, [B] lose these blues and screw
[F#] your head on tight again.
She [G#m] cut you bad, your [F#] heart is just a scar, [G#m] but if you could just [A#m] get mad, [B] you'd be better
off by far.
What [F#] you want is taken, what you need is better [C#] circulation, [B] work [C#] that heavy heart [F#] and get
it light again.
[C#] [B]
[F#]
Listen to me now, you suffer from a sadness [C#] apprehension, that if she [B] could read your
mind [C#] she'd see just [F#] how it ought to be.
But she's read it all by now, and your style don't get a grip on her attention.
[B] She ain't in your [C#] state of mind, and [F#] she don't want to be.
You [G#m] think if she'd just talk, you could [F#] explain it all.
[G#m] She'd be [A#m] polite, but all night [B] she's been hoping [C#] you won't call.
She'll [F#] say it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend, plus loads of shit too [C#] dumb to mention.
[B] I've been that [C#] road and it's paved with [F#] good intentions.
[C#] [B]
[F#] Well it's hard to believe, but I'm telling you, your heart would [C#] soon cover.
But [B] you don't want it to.
[A#m] You love this [F#] ache and agony, cause it's noble, boy and it's true.
You won't forsake this pain for other [C#] lovers.
[B] The happiness [C#] would fill [F#] your mind with misery.
[G#m] The time will wound all heals, and it [F#] ain't pretty.
[G#m] With any luck [A#m] at all, she'll find [B] some dope that you can [C#] pity.
Your [F#] loss is measured in illusions, and your gain is all in bittersweet [C#] intelligence.
[B] And your winsome [C#] smile will lose [F#] some of its innocence.
[G#m] Your winsome smile, [B] your winsome smile will lose [F#] some of its innocence.
[N]
Key:
F#
C#
B
G#m
A#m
F#
C#
B
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ Stop thinking now, quit second guessing all your failed [C#] relations, _ which [B] all would have,
could have, should [F#] have, maybe might have been. _
_ I'll show you how, send your feelings out for [C#] lubrication, _ _ [B] lose these blues and screw
[F#] your head on tight again.
She [G#m] cut you bad, your [F#] heart is just a scar, _ _ [G#m] but if you could just [A#m] get mad, [B] you'd be better
off by far.
What [F#] you want is taken, _ _ what you need is better [C#] circulation, _ _ [B] work [C#] that heavy heart [F#] and get
it light again. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
Listen to me now, you suffer from a sadness [C#] apprehension, that if she [B] could read your
mind [C#] she'd see just [F#] how it ought to be.
_ But she's read it all by now, and your style don't get a grip on her attention. _ _
[B] She ain't in your [C#] state of mind, and [F#] she don't want to be.
You [G#m] think if she'd just talk, you could [F#] explain it all. _
[G#m] She'd be [A#m] polite, but all night [B] she's been hoping [C#] you won't call.
She'll [F#] say it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend, plus loads of shit too [C#] dumb to mention. _ _ _ _ _
[B] I've been that [C#] road and it's paved with [F#] good intentions. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ Well it's hard to believe, but I'm telling you, your heart would [C#] soon cover.
But [B] you don't want it to.
[A#m] You love this [F#] ache and agony, _ cause it's noble, boy and it's true.
You won't forsake this pain for other [C#] lovers.
_ _ [B] The happiness [C#] would fill [F#] your mind with misery.
_ [G#m] The time will wound all heals, and it [F#] ain't pretty.
_ _ [G#m] With any luck [A#m] at all, she'll find [B] some dope that you can [C#] pity.
Your [F#] loss is measured in illusions, and your gain is all in bittersweet [C#] intelligence.
_ [B] And your winsome [C#] smile will lose [F#] some of its innocence.
_ [G#m] Your winsome smile, _ [B] your winsome smile will lose [F#] some of its innocence. _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ Stop thinking now, quit second guessing all your failed [C#] relations, _ which [B] all would have,
could have, should [F#] have, maybe might have been. _
_ I'll show you how, send your feelings out for [C#] lubrication, _ _ [B] lose these blues and screw
[F#] your head on tight again.
She [G#m] cut you bad, your [F#] heart is just a scar, _ _ [G#m] but if you could just [A#m] get mad, [B] you'd be better
off by far.
What [F#] you want is taken, _ _ what you need is better [C#] circulation, _ _ [B] work [C#] that heavy heart [F#] and get
it light again. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
Listen to me now, you suffer from a sadness [C#] apprehension, that if she [B] could read your
mind [C#] she'd see just [F#] how it ought to be.
_ But she's read it all by now, and your style don't get a grip on her attention. _ _
[B] She ain't in your [C#] state of mind, and [F#] she don't want to be.
You [G#m] think if she'd just talk, you could [F#] explain it all. _
[G#m] She'd be [A#m] polite, but all night [B] she's been hoping [C#] you won't call.
She'll [F#] say it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend, plus loads of shit too [C#] dumb to mention. _ _ _ _ _
[B] I've been that [C#] road and it's paved with [F#] good intentions. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ Well it's hard to believe, but I'm telling you, your heart would [C#] soon cover.
But [B] you don't want it to.
[A#m] You love this [F#] ache and agony, _ cause it's noble, boy and it's true.
You won't forsake this pain for other [C#] lovers.
_ _ [B] The happiness [C#] would fill [F#] your mind with misery.
_ [G#m] The time will wound all heals, and it [F#] ain't pretty.
_ _ [G#m] With any luck [A#m] at all, she'll find [B] some dope that you can [C#] pity.
Your [F#] loss is measured in illusions, and your gain is all in bittersweet [C#] intelligence.
_ [B] And your winsome [C#] smile will lose [F#] some of its innocence.
_ [G#m] Your winsome smile, _ [B] your winsome smile will lose [F#] some of its innocence. _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _