Palmetto Rose
By Jason Isbell
Written By Jason Isbell
CD: Something More Than Free (2015)
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
7/25/2015

If you struggle with the F#m, you can Capo 2 and play in G (substitube G for A, etc)

A = G
D = C
F#m = Em
E = D

A
Palmetto rose in the AC vent
A
Cross stitched pillow where the head rest went
D
Said his cab was his orneriest friend
A
Left him jumping like trees in the wind

A
Thought he had the red lights memorized
A
Glass in the gravel like the stars in the sky
D
In that slow motion minute between living and dead
A
Looked in my eyes and he told me, he said


Chorus 1:
     A                      D        A
This war that I wage to get up every day
       A                      E         A
It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May
         F#m     E            D          A
It's the women I love and the law that I hate
A                      D      A 
Lord let me die in the Iodine State
A                      E      A  
Lord let me die in the Iodine State


Palmetto rose in the sidewalk mud
Pearly white stem and a big green bud
Catch him coming out of a King Street store
Bulls**t story about the Civil War

You can believe what you want to believe
But there ain't no making up a basket weave
Everybody in the tri-county knows
Who makes the best palmetto rose


Chorus 2:
         A                       D        A 
And it's war that we wage to get up every day
       A                        E           A  
It's a basket of sweet grass, a wedding bouquet
         F#m      E            D          A
It's the ladies I love and the law that I hate
    A                      D      A 
But Lord let me die in the Iodine State
                              F#m   E  D  A 
Lord let me die in the Iodine State


Bridge:
           D                          A 
And out on Sullivan's Island, they're swimming
       D                                D 
On the beach where the big boats rolled in
         D                          A  
With the earliest slaves, women and children
           E 
Our first American kin

        D                             A
Here on King Street we're selling our roses
D                     A
Two for a five dollar bill
      D                      A  
And tonight after everything closes
               E
I'll follow my own free will
         F#m      E     D  A 
And I've taken my fill
     F#m      E     D  A
I've taken my fill