Kudzu

F#m A E D
F#m A E D

PART I

      F#m
Is it greener where you are now?
       A
Do you need it to be green?
        E
I could take over your garden
       D
I just need to be seen
      F#m
Is it beautiful, your garden?
          A
Are there flowers where you stand?
       E
Do you need them to be hidden?
      D
I can give you a hand

             F#m      A
Could I stay one more night
           E        D
Until I go home
          F#m      A
It’s just one more night
                E
I swear I’ll be gone after that
         D
Till you come crawling back to me 
next
N.C.

PART II


[Intro: William Crooks]

(Shit)
Dmaj7
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
(Fucked up in the crib talking to 
my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
(But what is myself if I’m just 
trillions of single cells?)
Dmaj7
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
(Fucked up in the crib talking to 
my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
(But what is myself if I’m just 
trillions of single cells?)


[Verse 1: Left at London]
Dmaj7                          
Now I’ve been in therapy half my 
             F#m
life and I feel the same

I feel insane, daily
Dmaj7                             
And I would do whatever just to 
           F#m
get me through
                      Dmaj7
And it doesn’t really work like that

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But it helps
              F#m
If you wanted dishonesty

You better see someone else
              Dmaj7
Believe me, I get it

I’ve been struggling too
        F#m
Not the greatest way to heal

But it’s something to do until


[Chorus: Left at London and William 
Crooks]
Dmaj7
  I’m put aside

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
Contrary to popular belief I tried, 
eh

(Fucked up in the crib talking to 
my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
  I’m terrified

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
One day I might know if it was 
justified, eh

(But what is myself if I’m just 
trillions of single cells?)
Dmaj7
  I’m put aside

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
Contrary to popular belief I tried, 
eh

(Fucked up in the crib talking to 
my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
  I’m terrified

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
One day I might know if it was 
justified, eh

(But what is myself if I’m just 
trillions of single cells?)


[Interlude: William Crooks]
Dmaj7
(Came from the dirt, that’s where we
 going back)
F#m
(Came from the dirt, that’s where we
 going back)
Dmaj7
(Came from the dirt, that’s where we
 going back)
F#m
(Grew it from the ground so hell 
yeah you know I’m smoking that)


[Verse 2: Left at London]
Dmaj7
My friends are addicts
         F#m
Some are still, but some got sober
Dmaj7
And I wanna say I’m jealous
         F#m
But it’s been three days without

And now I’m over it
Dmaj7
I was so sure that
       F#m
I’d be cured as I got older
         Dmaj7
But it’s been three hundred years
      F#m
And I still feel bitter, scared

And inconsiderate


[Chorus: Left at London and William 
Crooks]
Dmaj7
 I’m put aside

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
Contrary to popular belief I tried, 
eh

(Fucked up in the crib talking to 
my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
 I’m terrified

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
One day I might know if it was 
justified, eh

(But what is myself if I’m just 
trillions of single cells?)
Dmaj7
 I’m put aside

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
Contrary to popular belief I tried, 
eh

(Fucked up in the crib talking to 
my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
 I’m terrified

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking
 to myself)
F#m
One day I might know if it was 
justified, eh

(But what is myself if I’m just 
trillions of single cells?)


[Outro: William Crooks]

Dmaj7 F#m

(Shit, they never ask how the fuck 
he is, you know? Shit)

Dmaj7 F#m
Dmaj7 F#m
Dmaj7 F#m