Dude, Noah Kahan’s “Stick Season” acoustic live chords? PURE GOLD. The feels hit different when it’s just him and the guitar, you know? Those raw, stripped-down chords make the lyrics hit even harder. Trust me, grab your guitar, learn these chords, and thank me later. 🤘
Verse 1
A
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined you must’ve
E
had yourself a change of heart like half way through the drive because your
F#m
voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
D
Kept on driving straight and left my future to the right
Verse 2
A
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face and
E
memories of something even smoking weed can’t replace and I am
F#m
terrified of weather ’cause I see you when it rains
D
and doc told me to travel but there’s Covid on the planes
Pre-Chorus
A E
Now I am fucked, I’m fucked, and I suck,
F#m D
and you suck, and this sucks, yeah I’m fucked
Chorus
A
And I love Vermont but it’s the season of the sticks and I
E
saw your mom and she forgot that I existed and it’s
F#m
half my fault but I’m just playin’ to be the victim
D/A
I’ll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas and I’ll
A
dream each night of some version of you that I
E
might not have but I did not lose, now I’m
F#m
tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I’m
D/A E/B
split in half but that’ll have to do
Instrumental
A E F#m D/A D6/A
Verse 3
A
Was I wrong to think that putting something good on all my bad
E
might’ve cancelled out the darkness that I got from mom and dad
F#m
and I am scared of being funny ’cause I miss the way you laugh
D/A
you once called me forever, now you will not call me back
Chorus
A
And I love Vermont but it’s the season of the sticks and I
E
saw your mom, she forgot that I existed and it’s
F#m
half my fault but I’m just scared to play the victim
D/A
I’ll drink alcohol until my friends come home for Christmas and I’ll
A
dream each night of some version of you that I
E
might not have but I did not lose, now you’re
F#m
tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I’m
D/A E/B
split in half but that’ll have to do
Instrumental
A E F#m D
Verse 4
A
You promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must’ve
E
had yourself a change of heart like half way through the drive because your
F#m
voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
D
You kept on driving straight and left our future to the right
Chorus
A
‘Cause I love Vermont but it’s the season of the sticks and I
E
saw your mom and she forgot that I existed and it’s
F#m
half my fault but I just like to play the victim
D
I’ll drink alcohol till my friends come home for Christmas and I’ll
A
dream each night of some version of you that I
E
might not have but one I did not lose, now I’m
F#m
tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I’m
D E
split in half but that’ll have to do
A