Intro:
Bm - A - Bm - G - Bm - A - G - A

She picked Bmup the teleAphone
All she heBmard was diaGltone
BmShe really thAought she heard it riGng this tAime
BmShe said, "WhAat am I thinkin'?"
Bm"I must be oGnly dreamin'"
Bm"Or maybe it's the huAndred times he's croGssed my mAind
Just toDnight"

(Chorus)

AMaybe I miss your loGvinA' D 
AMaybe I miss your kGiss jAust a little bDit
AMaybe I miss your bGody lAyin' right next to mDine
AMaybe I miss your toGuch a litAtle too mBmuch

Tossin' and turnin'
Her skin's still burnin'
From the fire in his hands
Runnin' on empty
She needs somebody
But somebody wouldn't understand
Then the telephone rings

(Repeat Chorus)

They talked about Savannah
Sweet Home Alabama
And how he missed the way she always smiled
Are you coming back soon, by the harvest moon
If I have to walk every mile on my knees

(Repeat Chorus 2x)
(Repeat Intro)