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