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This file is for personal private use only. All copyright laws apply. Transcribed Mary F. Ferrara. "It’s Hello" by Sugarland © 2003.

 

IT’S HELLO

 

Notes:  Sugarland is playing this Capo 3 starting with Am.  This was easier for me to tab out on Capo 1 because of the A-A5-A7 progression.

 

Capo 1

 

Bm    004432

A5    002200

Gmaj7 320002

 

Intro: D-G-A-D-G-A

 

           Bm                               G

Well I was born in the heart of a hurricane season

    A                        Bm 

The house where my momma was raised

     A

That old September wind

           G

Feels just like a long lost friend

    A      A5     A7

And I----------------

 

          D                 G          A

I want to run through those cottonwood trees

      D          G          A

Fall asleep in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves

       Bm              A

And in every wind that blows

          Gmaj7

There’s a song of letting go

          A 

It’s not ‘Good-bye’

      D     G-A-D-G-A

It’s ‘Hello’

 

 

We met underneath the blue skies of summer

And tho summer’s skies turned into fall

That sweet September wind

Made us so much more than friends

One night-----

 

And we ran through those cottonwood trees

We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves

And in every wind that blows

There’s an innocense that knows

It’s not ‘good-bye’

It’s ‘hello’

 

 

Bridge:

        Gmaj7                 A

And the moment that one thing ends

       Gmaj7                A

Is the same time that one begins

    Bm           A

And return as we must

       Gmaj7    E       G   A  (A5-A)

We are ashes to dust, A-men

 

INTERLUDE:  Bm-G-A-Bm-A-G-A

 

When the days of my youth have all faded

And the memories are all that remain

Let that old September wind

Take me back to where I’ve been

So I...

 

I can run through those cottonwood trees

And remember the smell of those fresh fallen leaves

And in every wind that blows

There’s a part of me that knows

It’s not ‘good-bye’

It’s ‘hello’