Biography:
Joe Pug (born Joe Pugliese on 20 April 1984) is an American singer-songwriter from Chicago. He has released two EPs, Nation of Heat and In the Meantime (the latter of which has been made available for free on his website) as well as the albums Messenger, The Great Despiser, Windfall and The Flood In Color.
He has toured extensively since 2008 and has opened for alt-country pioneer Steve Earle, singer-songwriter Josh Ritter and folk rocker M. Ward among others.
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CAPO 4
Intro: C G C
C
There was a time when I heard you calling out my name
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
When the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the same
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C
I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
Definitely was the word I used far too much
F C G
Cause these days I'm not so sure
F C
I bummed expensive cigarettes
F C
I wrote John Steinbeck's books
Am G F C
I undressed someone's daughter and then complained about her looks
F C
Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F C
Now as I pick my own pocket I know these days I'm not so sure
C
The church was my kitchen, the world was my church
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
The choirs I would listen, the briers I would search
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
F C F C
I sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keep
Am G F C
I told my dying father that a man should never weep
F C
Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F C (G F C) x2
Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sure
C
So if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walk
F C G
And I spend my days wishing after her
C G Am
My steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk
F C G
As these days I'm not so sure
F C F C
I drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was born
Am G F C
In the black electric winter my back was always warm
F C
Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F
Now in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days…
C G C
I'm not so sure.
Intro: C G C
C
There was a time when I heard you calling out my name
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
When the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the same
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C
I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
Definitely was the word I used far too much
F C G
Cause these days I'm not so sure
F C
I bummed expensive cigarettes
F C
I wrote John Steinbeck's books
Am G F C
I undressed someone's daughter and then complained about her looks
F C
Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F C
Now as I pick my own pocket I know these days I'm not so sure
C
The church was my kitchen, the world was my church
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
C G Am
The choirs I would listen, the briers I would search
F C G
But these days I'm not so sure
F C F C
I sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keep
Am G F C
I told my dying father that a man should never weep
F C
Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F C (G F C) x2
Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sure
C
So if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walk
F C G
And I spend my days wishing after her
C G Am
My steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk
F C G
As these days I'm not so sure
F C F C
I drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was born
Am G F C
In the black electric winter my back was always warm
F C
Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am G F
Now in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days…
C G C
I'm not so sure.
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