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G
1. Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
C
I’ve sung every song about bein’ alone
G D
So, honey, please be there when I get home
G
Well, the tourists have all given up for the night
C
Coyotes howlin’ to my left and my right
G D G
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
G
2. The wind’s growin’ colder, I’m caught by the throat
C
And my car-top’s flappin’ like a pensioner’s coat
G D
Oh and honey, please be there when I get home
G
My friends are on the pogey and I’m on the pills
C
I’m hooked on a white line runnin’ up to the hills
G D G
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
A /D /A /E /A
La la (etc.)
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