G C G Baby I miss the shit out of you G C G Your child-bearing hips, your lips as sweet as French vermouth G C G The crossword-puzzle mornings, the boiled-peanut afternoons G C G Seven summers squandered drinking homebrew up on the roof Alternate G, C I miss the shit out of you x2 G C G Baby I miss the shit out of you G C G But not enough for me to move back to Florida, back with those rubes G C G Your hands that smell of garlic, your hair that smells of pine G C G Your crow's feet and your belly: I love you, lover, but no more than this skyline