| D | G | A | A | D | G | A | A | |
| CHORUS: |
| D | G | A | A | |
| He kinda shoulda | sorta woulda | loved her if he | coulda. |
| D | G | A | A | |
| This story's | getting very near | the end. |
| D | G | A | A | |
| He kinda shoulda | sorta woulda | loved her if he | coulda. |
| D | G | A | A | |
| (But) He'd rather | be alone than | pretend. |
| VERSE 1: |
| G | A | |
| She wanted him to love her but he didn't | . |
| G | A | |
| He took to the woods and wandered in it. |
| G | A | |
| Walked along and on until they couldn't. |
| G | A | |
| Stoned himself to tell her that he would | n't |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| 1ST INSTRUMENTAL BREAK: |
| D A B G E E A A (twice) |
| VERSE 2 (slight changes): |
| G | A | |
| She wanted him to love her but he didn't | . |
| G | A | |
| He took to the woods and wandered in it. |
| G | A | |
| He walked along and on 'til his legs cou | ldn't. |
| G | A | |
| Stole her voice to tell her that he woul | dn't. |
| CHORUS AGAIN |
| 2ND INSTRUMENTAL BREAK: |
| D A B G E E A A (twice) |
| G G A A G G A A (twice) |
| CHORUS AGAIN |
| END ON D AFTER DRAMATIC PAUSE |
| Corrections Welcome |
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| mike roark > "Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window |
| > and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll |
| > rot like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. |
| > That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all." - J. Heller |