Tom: A
A C#m D
[Verse 1]
A C#m D
I own a house that I don’t sleep in
A C#m D
Monday begins my weekend
A C#m D A C#m D
And bumper stickers mark where I have been
A C#m D
Killing vans and selling t-shirts
A C#m D
Is how I describe my work
A C#m D A C#m D
Along with romanticizing gluttony and sin
A D C#m
A D C#m
[Verse 2]
A C#m D
I lead a pack of vagabonds
A C#m D
We’re singing folky reggae songs
A C#m D A C#m D
Smoking cigars that were gutted and refilled
A C#m D
Sleeping inside cheap motels
A C#m D
Wondering what is that smell
A C#m D A
And if this life we love will one day get us killed
C#m D
I hope not!
A D C#m
A D C#m
[Chorus]
A B B A#
Talk is cheap and good looks fade
A B B A#
Aut the open road is here to stay
A B B A#
My life fits in a nylon sack
A B A B A
So I keep my suitcase packed
[Verse 3]
A C#m D
We are free men, beholden to no one
A C#m D
A pack of road dogs pursuing the setting sun
A C#m D
A#mreatures of the evening, we ain’t listening to reason
A C#m D
You can find us at a rock club where the good weather’s in season
A C#m D A C#m D
With a comped tab and trouble in our eyes
A C#m D B
When the crowd turns up do not be surprised
[Chorus]
A B B A#
Talk is cheap and good looks fade
A B B A#
Aut the open road is here to stay
A B B A#
My life fits in a nylon sack
A B A B A
So I keep my suitcase packed
A B A B A
I said I keep my suitcase packed
