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SOL
1. Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
DO
I’ve sung every song about bein’ alone
SOL RE
So, honey, please be there when I get home
SOL
Well, the tourists have all given up for the night
DO
Coyotes howlin’ to my left and my right
SOL RE SOL
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
SOL
2. The wind’s growin’ colder, I’m caught by the throat
DO
And my car-top’s flappin’ like a pensioner’s coat
SOL RE
Oh and honey, please be there when I get home
SOL
My friends are on the pogey and I’m on the pills
DO
I’m hooked on a white line runnin’ up to the hills
SOL RE SOL
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
LA /RE /LA /MI /LA
La la (etc.)
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