Crush Season
By Cavedwellers

Chorus
| D, G | Bb, A | D, G | F | D, D/C# | D/B, D/A | (x2)

Verse Part 1 (Descending Line Cliche`)
| Am | Am/G | Am/ F# | Am/ E# | (x2)

Verse Part 2 (Ascending Line Cliche`)
| D/ A# | D/B | D/C | D/ C# | (x2)

Bridge & Solo
| Bm | A | Bm | A | F | C | Am | Am | (x2)

Chorus
It’s crush season and it’s never enough.
To get going when they’re going it’s tough.
It’s crush season get those espadrilles off.
Down and dirty in the dirty, old trough

Verse One Part 1
Granddad had it easier.
When he wasn’t in the war
Cases blew like dandelions.
Across to the north seashore

Verse One Part2
Out of style and out of step
I walk the same fair path
so have a glass on me
This business is a laugh

Chorus

Verse Two Part 1
We were doomed when absinthe ruled.
Phylloxera again,
Doomed by vodka or by Zima
We didn’t make white zin

Verse Two Part 2
We hold on by the stem
That didn’t make the grappa bin
Diageo has kicked our tires
We aren’t giving in

Chorus

Bridge
At the end of the day…
There is family, and hands to pay
We put shoes on those red feet
Not cobbled for retreat

Chorus