Songs For Tourists chords by Courtney Marie Andrews

• Capo on 2nd

Key: E


Intro:

D     Asus4    Gmaj7    Em7


Verse 1:
          D                   Asus4
Songs for tourists, some from France
              Gmaj7                 Em7
They like the ones with weird instruments
          D                     Asus4
Songs for people that I used to know
             Gmaj7                Em7
They send me invites, but I never go
             D                 Asus4
An ode to heavy eyes, too much space
          Gmaj7                         Em7    D
Too much time to think about this awful place

Verse 2:
D                                              Em
I've got nothin' to prove, I ain't nothin' but molecules
                      G                            Em
I'm doin' nothin' but wastin' words, breakin' my own rules
                 D                               Em
So I've broken a heart or two, who's to say mine ain't fucked?
                    G              Em
Who's to say I mean anything to anyone?


[Interlude]
D     A     G    Em7


Verse 3:
                 D                                       A
They're throwin' coins in the case, I'm singin' out your name
               Gmaj7                             Em7
But sayin' the truth out loud, it just ain't the same
                     D                        A
We're crossin' state lines, robbin' rich food banks
                           Gmaj7                                Em7
I tried to call you from a payphone last night in some southern state
              D                                        A
An ode to our traveling band whose home is the time it takes
                Gmaj7                      Em7       D
To get from gas stations to the ends of interstates


Verse 4:
D                                         Em
Livin' in this sleepin' bag, what city am I in?
             G                       Em
I've taken advantage, I miss my best friend
                            D                                  Em
So maybe I've taken you for granted, maybe it's the mind-frame I'm in
                 G                         Em
None of it means anything, you're alone in the end


Outro:
D     A    D     A   D
A  D   A  D