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denouncing november blue – the avett brothers
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tabbed by : macheeoo
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november came and went ,
C
like a summer that i spent ,
D G
with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes .
G
i returned to my home ,
C
with a heart part made of stone ,
D G
and i cried all night for a girl i never knew .
G
from the east it comes ,
C
her love and the rising sun ,
D G
and i pray each time they come , it’s not the last .
G
you see i’ve got strong ,
C
i made it through what came along ,
D G
but i can’t move on for the beauty of the past .

came across a pretty girl ,
for about a month she was my world ,
and i held her hand , and swore we’d never part .
i moved on , she stayed behind ,
i said i’d call , she said she’d write ,
we lost touch the moment i drove off .
i left town like a gambler with ,
the sense of cashin’ all the chips ,
before i lost them all on a bad deal .

i made believe i was in a race ,
drove ten thousand miles in seven days ,
while writing a book called “being a free man” .
met more people than the president ,
the good times came and the good times went ,
and i learned how to ignore my hunger pains .
i looked ahead to the open road , thought about the people and what they know ,
and wrote a book called “people don’t know nothin” .
( no matter what they tell ya , man )

once i spent my last dime ,
and counted the ratio of miles to time ,
i looked up to my disdain and my surprise .
i had driven my car around the world ,
ended back in the town with the girl ,
so i wrote a book called “life in prison” .
( volume . 1 )

i see that girl every now and then ,
and we drink to having such good friends ,
and apologize for the way it did not last .
funny thing that it’s all true ,
and i’ll always love november blue ,
but i turned her down for the beauty of the past .

november came and went ,
like a summer that i spent ,
with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes .
i returned to my home ,
with a heart part made of stone ,
and i cried all night for a girl i never knew .