False God - Tis The Damn Season Live chords by Taylor Swift

• Capo on 2nd
• Difficulty: Intermediate

Performance: Eras Tour

Key: G

Intro:

Fmaj7/C  Fmaj7/C


Verse 1:
Fmaj7/C
We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work
                        Em        Am7
Remember how I said I'd die for you?
Fmaj7/C
We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us
                 Em       Am7
Remember how I’d fly to you?


Pre-Chorus:
            Fmaj7/C
And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town
Gadd11
I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe
         Fmaj7/C
They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost
                   Gadd11
When you're led by blind faith, blind faith


Chorus:
       Fmaj7/C
But we might just get away with it
                   C
Religion's in your lips
               Gadd11
Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship
   Fmaj7/C
We might just get away with it
                C
The altar is my hips
               Gadd11
Even if it's a false god
                        Fmaj7/C
We'd still worship this love

We’d still worship this love
           Em           Am7
We’d still worship this love


F Gsus4


Verse 2:
F                                 Gsus4
  If I wanted to know who you were hanging with
              Gsus4
  While I was gone, I would have asked you
F                               Gsus4
  It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
        Gsus4
  But I felt it when I passed you
F                                         Gsus4
  There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me
F
  But if it's all the same to you
           Gsus4
  It's the same to me


Chorus:
                    C
So we could call it even
                                       C
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
                                  Am
'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               Am
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
         Am
And the road not taken looks real good now
       G                 Gsus4    G      Gsus4
And it always leads to you in my hometown


Bridge:
C                     Am
Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake
G
I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay
                   C
So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends
              C
Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it
     Am
And wonder about the only soul
        Am
Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin’
         G                   Gsus4      G  Gsus4
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
    F                              G
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known


Chorus:
N.C.   Fmaj7/C
But we might just get away with it
                   C
Religion's in your lips
               Gadd11
Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship
   Fmaj7/C
We might just get away with it
                C
The altar is my hips
               Gadd11
Even if it's a false god
                        Fmaj7/C
We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love
           Em
We'd still worship this love
                     Am7
Even if it's a false god


Chorus:
                 C
We could call it even
                                       C
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
                                  Am
'Tis the damn season, write this down
                               Am
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
         Am
And the road not taken looks real good now
C
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
         C                          Am
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
                        Am
We could just ride around
         Am
And the road not taken looks real good now
       G                 Gsus4    G      Gsus4
And it always leads to you in my hometown
       F                         G      Gsus4
And it always leads to you in my hometown


Outro:
          C
We could call it even

                        Fmaj7/C
As we still worship this love

Even if it's a false god

                 C
We could call it even
             G
'Tis the damn season