Nobody Girl by Ryan Adams

This one sounds like it was done in an open tuning too. Here it is in standard tuning.

Nobody Girl
Ryan Adams
Transcribed by D.H. Dilbeck
Intro
(F#) (B flat minor) (B) (F#)
(F#) (B flat minor) (B) (F#)

(F#) Well the night makes moves (B flat minor)
And she shatters (B) like broken glass (F#)
(F#) Better play it cool (B flat minor)
(B) Better let it pass (C#)
(F#) Have you been screening you smokes (B flat minor)
And whispers (B) in and on our part (F#)
(F#) Better off as a fool (B flat minor)
Than the owner (B) of that kind of heart (F#)

(C#) They don?t know (A) you anyway (E)
(C#) They don?t know (A) you
They don?t (B) watch you walk away

(F#) Just a nobody girl (B flat minor)
(B) With a radar to the scene (F#)
(F#) When the emptiness finds you (B flat minor)
(B) You find all the numbers you need (C#)
(F#) Say you follow your heart (B flat minor)
Well honey (B) you?re just being lost (F#)
(F#) You could follow your gut (B flat minor)
(B) But how much would it cost (C#)

(C#m) They don?t know (A) you anyway (E)
(C#m) They don?t know (A) you
They don?t (B) watch you walk away

(B) You?re nobody girl (D)
You?re nobody girl (A)
You?re nobody girl (B)

(B) You?re nobody girl (D)
You?re nobody girl (A)
You?re nobody girl (B)

(F#) The night plays games (B flat minor)
And the people (B) they come and go (F#)
(F#) Well they trade in their pieces (B flat minor)
For a late (B) night ride on your rodeo (C#)
(F#) If your horses could talk (B flat minor)
I wonder (B) if they would complain (F#)
(F#) I know they?re rested and ready (B flat minor)
(B) They?ve been going nowhere for days (C#)

(C#m) They don?t know (A) you anyway (E)
(C#m) They don?t know (A) you
(B) They don?t even mind the wait

(B) You?re nobody girl (D)
You?re nobody girl (A)
You?re nobody girl (B)

(B) You?re nobody girl (D)
You?re nobody girl (A)
You?re nobody girl (B)

(B) You?re nobody girl (D)
You?re nobody girl (A)
You?re nobody girl (B)

(B) You?re nobody girl (D)
You?re nobody girl (A)
You?re nobody girl (B)


The sunshine bores the daylights out of me.

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