Goodbyes Made You Mine Chords by Jt Hodges
Tempo:
103.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm not your high school crush, your first love, your first kiss, guy that crossed you
off of his list.
[G] I'm not the red taillights that left [D] you behind again and again.
[D] I'm not your Tennessee pre-med big man, promised you a ring, took another [G] girl's hand.
What's it gonna take to make you understand?
I'm not that man.
This is me now.
Baby, don't doubt the love I [D] can give to you.
You're my everything.
You got it all.
I [Bm] ain't the same.
Won't let you [G] go.
Won't run you around, string [D] you along, feel you wrong [A] like they've done you till now.
Girl, [Bm] after all you've been through, I [G] knew it'd be a matter [A] of time till all those goodbyes
[D] made you mine.
Yeah.
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
I've been your
[G]
[Bm] [G]
[D] eight-night call, [A]
[Bm] [G]
[A] your shoulder to cry on, [D] round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about
[Bm] [G]
[D] stupid things.
[A]
[Bm] [G]
[A]
[B] [G]
[D] [A] I've been your eight [B]-night [G] call, your shoulder to cry on, [A] round [Bm]
[G] the highway listening [D] to
sad songs, [A] talking all night about stupid things.
I've [Bm] been
[G] your eight-night [A] call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
[D] I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
[A]
off of his list.
[G] I'm not the red taillights that left [D] you behind again and again.
[D] I'm not your Tennessee pre-med big man, promised you a ring, took another [G] girl's hand.
What's it gonna take to make you understand?
I'm not that man.
This is me now.
Baby, don't doubt the love I [D] can give to you.
You're my everything.
You got it all.
I [Bm] ain't the same.
Won't let you [G] go.
Won't run you around, string [D] you along, feel you wrong [A] like they've done you till now.
Girl, [Bm] after all you've been through, I [G] knew it'd be a matter [A] of time till all those goodbyes
[D] made you mine.
Yeah.
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
I've been your
[G]
[Bm] [G]
[D] eight-night call, [A]
[Bm] [G]
[A] your shoulder to cry on, [D] round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about
[Bm] [G]
[D] stupid things.
[A]
[Bm] [G]
[A]
[B] [G]
[D] [A] I've been your eight [B]-night [G] call, your shoulder to cry on, [A] round [Bm]
[G] the highway listening [D] to
sad songs, [A] talking all night about stupid things.
I've [Bm] been
[G] your eight-night [A] call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
[D] I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
[A]
Key:
G
D
A
Bm
B
G
D
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm not your high school crush, your first love, your first kiss, guy that crossed you
off of his list.
[G] I'm not the red taillights that left [D] you behind again and again.
[D] I'm not your Tennessee pre-med big man, promised you a ring, took another [G] girl's hand.
What's it gonna take to make you understand?
I'm not that man.
This is me now.
Baby, don't doubt the love I [D] can give to you.
You're my everything.
You got it all.
I [Bm] ain't the same.
Won't let you [G] go.
Won't run you around, string [D] you along, feel you wrong [A] like they've done you till now.
Girl, [Bm] after all you've been through, I [G] knew it'd be a matter [A] of time till all those goodbyes
[D] made you mine.
Yeah. _ _ _ _
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things. _ _
I've been _ _ _ your _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ eight-night call, [A] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ your shoulder to cry on, [D] round the highway listening to
_ sad _ songs, talking all night about _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ stupid things.
[A] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] I've been your eight _ [B]-night _ _ _ [G] call, your shoulder to cry on, _ [A] _ _ round [Bm] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ the highway listening [D] to
sad songs, [A] talking all night about stupid things.
I've [Bm] been _ _
_ [G] _ your eight-night [A] call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
[D] I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to _
_ _ I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm not your high school crush, your first love, your first kiss, guy that crossed you
off of his list.
[G] I'm not the red taillights that left [D] you behind again and again.
[D] I'm not your Tennessee pre-med big man, promised you a ring, took another [G] girl's hand.
What's it gonna take to make you understand?
I'm not that man.
This is me now.
Baby, don't doubt the love I [D] can give to you.
You're my everything.
You got it all.
I [Bm] ain't the same.
Won't let you [G] go.
Won't run you around, string [D] you along, feel you wrong [A] like they've done you till now.
Girl, [Bm] after all you've been through, I [G] knew it'd be a matter [A] of time till all those goodbyes
[D] made you mine.
Yeah. _ _ _ _
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things. _ _
I've been _ _ _ your _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ eight-night call, [A] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ your shoulder to cry on, [D] round the highway listening to
_ sad _ songs, talking all night about _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ stupid things.
[A] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] I've been your eight _ [B]-night _ _ _ [G] call, your shoulder to cry on, _ [A] _ _ round [Bm] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ the highway listening [D] to
sad songs, [A] talking all night about stupid things.
I've [Bm] been _ _
_ [G] _ your eight-night [A] call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
[D] I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to _
_ _ I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to
sad songs, talking all night about stupid things.
I've been your eight-night call, your shoulder to cry on, round the highway listening to _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _