Tom: D
F
I've sung every song about being alone
C G
Honey please be there when I get home
C
The tourists have all given up for the night
F
Coyotes howl to my left and my right
C G C
I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
The wind's growin' stronger and I'm caught by the throat
F
My tarpaulin flaps like a pensioner's coat
C G
Honey please be there when I get home
C
With old friends on the pogey and me on the pills
F
I'm hooked on the white lines that run through the bills
C G C A D G D A D G D A D
I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
D
Well there's not many wise men you'll meet in this life
G
Old Bill at the lake had never took him a wife
D A
Oh honey please be there when I get home
D
When I asked him about it he just shook his head
G
Love is for dreamers is all that he said
D A D
I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
