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


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        La la (etc.)