Tom: G
G
Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
C
I’ve sung every song about bein’ alone
G D
Oh, 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
[Verse 2]
G
The wind’s growin’ colder, I’m caught by the throat
C
And my tarpaulin's flappin’ like a pensioner’s coat
G D
Oh and honey, please be there when I get home
G
All 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.)
