Tom: Bb
Cm A# Eb
I guess the city people never liked my pen
Cm A# Eb
So it's back to scenic pastures once again
Cm A# Eb
I'm on the bus to track down a long-lost friend
Cm A# Eb
Vicious passages that I hope to amend
Fm A#
I say as it was, I say that I was deluded
Fm A# G
Any resemblance, coicindental
Cm A# Eb
Lay down your arms again
Cm A# Eb
Now I'm giving up the dreams you couldn't understand
Cm A# Eb
Now I'm thinking of a worthless plot of land
Cm A# Eb
And if equals we may never really be
Cm A# Eb
Then let the silly hermit one be me
Fm A#
I need something small, I need a room without a view
Fm A# G
Anything small that says no ambitions
Cm A# Eb
Lay down your arms again
Fm A#
I need something small, I need a room without a view
Fm A# G
Let me recite from my first and only
Cm A#
Lay down your arms
Cm A# Eb
Lay down your arms again
