Kyle CraftKyle Craft – Gold Calf Moan

Kyle Craft – Gold Calf Moan

Kyle Craft – Gold Calf Moan Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Kyle Craft
Song : Gold Calf Moan

[Verse 1] : 
F                      C                     Bb                      C                F
Well boy you've got it wrong, golden calf or not, I bet you're still talking about me ugly 
F              C                        Bb              C                  Bb
I never wanted her to give me all she's got and I never wanted her to love me 
Bb            Bbm                F                   G                       Bb
But just like you I was drawn to her eyes, just like you she went and left me 
Bb            Bbm                    F                    G                       Bbm
Ah, just like you I can't forget the night, watching that pretty thing undressing, ah 
    A                  Dm              Bb         F
And you said she could run around with anyone but me 
  A                Dm           Bb                  C
I couldn't play by your rules boy and neither could she 
     F                  A                    Dm       C         Bb
So I laid her down in a gossamer gown on the same bed that you did 

[Chorus] : 
                       F                                A
And the shadows played on the wall  And she told me her closet talk 
                         Dm                   C      Bb
It's funny you'd think I care at all what you see in me
                          F                                  A
You're crazy calling that girl a whore, cried like a baby behind her door,
                        Dm                                    C    Bb
Your temper tantrums settle your scores, shit-talk everything that breathes
                         F    C  Bb  C   F
And call me whatever you need 

[Verse 2] : 
F                      C                     Bb                    C                        F
Well boy you've got it wrong, golden calf or not, I bet you're too dumb to know the difference 
F                     C                           Bb               C                            Bb
You're talking like a saint, said throw it in the fire even though you're the one who built him 
Bb           Bbm                F                  G              Bb
Gathered the jewelry, melted it down, made for yourself to go idolize 
Bb              Bbm                  F                 G                  Bbm
But that wasn't me, I already jumped town, catching up to your runaway bride 
    A                  Dm                 Bb         F
And you said she could mop the floor with any modern man 
  A                Dm            Bb                     C
I wish I played by your rules boy 'cause now I know she can 
    F                    A                    Dm       C     Bb
She took my heart in the parking lot from the moment we first kissed 

[Chorus] : 
                      F                                  A
Now I'm stuck in some foreign land between my girl and a waste of time
                     Dm                                       C    Bb
Aside from loving all through the night, I'm not so different than you 
                       F                                     A
High as a kite on the church pew there, so infantile in your wild despairs 
                         Dm                                 C     Bb
I get it boy, you're the perfect pair  That kind of love it takes two 
                        Bb
So call me whatever you do 

[Interlude] : Bb  Bbm  F  G (x2)
              Bbm

[Outro] : 
             C                           Bb                F              Bb
But when the party's over honey and your key to the kingdom don't fit the new lock
         C                                 Bb             F                    Bb
And everybody's shoving camels through the eye of a needle and you're punching the clock
               C                           Bb             F                          Bb
Yeah when your new squeeze talks both your ears off, baby, you've got that open-road feeling
    C                      Bb      Bbm                 F
You send your regards when your hea-rt is ripe for the stealing

[End] : C   Bb  A  G

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