THINGS THAT EVERYBODY DOES (Tift Merritt)
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* Actually in Eb; capo 3.
* Each chord is half of a measure.
* Note that each line of the chorus has an odd number of chords; either the
  G is a half-measure short, or the C is a half-measure long.
* Be sure to play the C's in the verse as C/G, with all four fingers (332010).
* The C's in the chorus with an asterisk (C*) have a little bit of C(9)
  (330010) at the end of them.

G  G  G  G

G  G          Bm    Bm
   Everybody told me
G         G                   Bm  Bm
  This is who you'll have to be
C      C          G          D/F#
  My hands in my pockets as deep as they'd
C      C              G            D/F#   C         C  C  Csus2 
go, I walked home and packed up my cases   to leave

G          G              Bm     Bm
  I walked all over this country
G        G             Bm  Bm
  I went down to the sea
C            C             G           D/F#
  I talked a lot with the sun and the sky
C         C          G            D/F#    C    Csus2 
  I didn't talk much with anyone else, really

D        D               G    C       C*
  There are things that everybody does
D  D                  G      C        C*
  I always wondered what was all the fuss
D    D            G      C        C  C  C
  I never knew exactly why it was      ('Til...)
                G  G  G  G
'Til there was you
                C  C  C  C
'Til there was you
                G  G  G  G
'Til there was you

You found me up in the attic
Singing down to the leaves
You caught me reading love letters aloud
To horses and children, to stars and to trees

There are things that everybody does
I always wondered what was all the fuss
I never knew exactly why it was
'Til there was you
'Til there was you
'Til there was you

Bm        Bm     D          D
  But a mountain, still a mountain
Bm   Bm           Em       Em
  A mountain goes to the sea
C     C           Bm             Em
  No matter what I'd like to pretend
C     C           Bm   Bm            C   C   D   D
  No matter what I'd     like it to be

You know I don't have to stay here
I could fly off and leave
On the wings of a unicorn's breast
My typewriter strapped with diamonds to my chest
But why would I go, breakfast's not over yet

These are the things that everybody does
I always wondered what was all the fuss
But what a lovely morning that it was
When there was you
When there was you
When there was you
When there was you



- transcribed by Adam Schneider, http://adamschneider.net/