DAMAGE
First Single from You Am I's 5th studio album "Dress Me Slowly"
Tabbed By Daniel Cheail

Standard tuning, capo 3

Chords:

 Am  Am+  Am6  Am/G Am/F  E7sus4 E7  Dm  G7  E/G#   A Dmaj7  Am(maj7)
--0---0----0----0-----0-----0----0---1---1----0-----0---2-----0--------
--1---1----1----1-----1-----0----0---3---0----0-----2---2-----1--------
--2---0----0----2-----2-----2----1---2---0----4-----2---2-----1--------
--2---3----4----2-----2-----0----0---0---0----2-----2---0-----2--------
--0---0----0----X-----X-----2----2-------2----2-----0---------0--------
----------------#-----1-----0----0-------3----4------------------------

Intro:
 Am / Am+ / Am6 / Am+
 Am / Am+ / Am6 / Am+


Verse 1:
        Am          Am/G       Am/F
 I woke up with the war in my head
                   E7sus4           E7
 An old man's grumble, and an extra space in the bed
 Am     Am/G      Am/F                       E7sus4
 And if ole' John Prine, could sing the next line
       E7
 'Bout something that can make me smile

Bridge:
 Dm                      G7
 I'm gonna have to be content to
       E/G#                     Am       Am(maj7)
 Stare at your baby photos till it makes sense
 Dm                          G7
 And were you ever mine, anyway?
       E/G#
 Speak up as I drop away

Chorus:
     A
 I wrote down what I think
         Dmaj7
 On the head of a matchstick
 A
  Wrote it all short and sweet
Dmaj7
 All that made sense to me

 F#m
 Burn six thousand miles
 Bm
 Sorry for all the times
 Dmaj7
 I just can't add up all the songs
                      (Repeat intro)
 To find the damage we done


Verse 2:
 I fought for you like a doll from a tree
 I keep a straight stiched face
 As the ground makes a bed for me
 I keep my eye where I fell it sends no replies

Bridge 2:
 You can run so long from sadness
 That you're never at home for the fun
 I can't make excuses for the short-hand abuses
 Thank god it ain't a sunday night

Chorus:
 I wrote down what I think
 On the head of a matchstick
 Wrote it all short and sweet
 All that made sense to me

 I burnt six thousand miles
 Sorry for all the times
 I just can't add up the songs
 To find the damage...

 I wrote down what I think
 On the head of a matchstick
 I wrote it all short and sweet
 All that made sense to me
 I'm burning out in the lights
 Sorry for all the times
 I just can't see how it comes
 To find the damage we done

 The damage we done
 The damage we done