I'm Writing A Novel Acoustic chords by Father John Misty

Standard Tuning EADGBe

NO CAPO

Intro: F


Verse 1:

F
I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
             F7
Screaming "please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!"
                  Bb                                   F
And I'm writing a novel, because it's never been done before...

F
First house that I saw I wrote house up on the door
             F7
And told the people who lived there they had to get out cause my reality is realer than yours
                           Bb                                      F
And there's no time in the present, and there's a black dog on the bed...

  F
I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes
         F7
And the dog ran out and said "You can't turn nothing into nothingness with me no more"
            Bb                               F
Well I'm no doctor, but that monkey might be right
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And if he is.......I'll be walking him my whole life


Verse 2:

  F
I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil
                F7
He said "You're gonna have to drown me down on the beach if you ever want to write the real"
                Bb                                      F
And I said "I'm sorry, young man, what was your name again?"...

    F
Now everywhere I go in West Hollywood
                 F7
It's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress, and the actress wishing that they could
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We could do ayahuasca, baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks...

F
Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair
              F7
That makes me empty my pockets holding court on the corner burning twenties as if I was the mayor
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I don't need any new friends, Mamma, but I could really use something to do
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So if you're up for it sometimes, I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse


Verse 3:

F
Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea
           F7
I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van and now these guys are pouring one for me
                     Bb                                  F
I'll never leave the canyon, cause I'm surrounded on all sides
                  C7  Dm                               F
By people writing novels,...and living on amusement rides