C 
Leave my suitcase by the car I'll bring it in in the mornin' 
G                    C               F 
Stack my guitar case just inside the door 
Dm 
Pet the dog too tired to wag his tail 
                                    G 
Check the mail and walk on down the hallway 
                          C 
I've got to fix these old floor boards 
                   G               Am 
Wash up at the sink, glance in the mirror 
            G                  F                  Em             Dm 
Who is that man who ain't been here in three long weeks or maybe more? 
         G 
All this gettin' off the road has got me ragged to the bone and coming home 
                            C 
There ain't no homecoming party 

Pop a yellow pill, the kind for sleepin' through 
                                                          F 
The sound of wakin' children when the daylight starts to show 
         Dm 
And it's silent up the carpet stairs and peek into the nursery 
          G                                  C 
Where the little ones are dreamin' sweet and low 
                                         Am 
I can hear 'em cryin', "daddy where you been? 
            C               F                      C        Dm 
And did you bring me back a present from a distant sunny shore?" 
         G 
All this gettin' off the road has got me ragged to the bone and coming home 
                            C 
There ain't no homecoming party 
        Am                  F 
Oh it's 10, 000 places and 20, 000 faces 
     G                                C 
And half a million miles I'm bound to row 
        Am                     F 
And I'm weary and wasted, and all that I can taste is 
    Dm                              G  G7 
One lonesome tear on the tip of my tongue 
C                                                                     F 
She must've left the light on I'll just slip into the bed and let it burn 
Dm 
And when our bodies touch I'l pull away and not disturb her 
        G                               C 
Even though I long for love so much it hurts 
                                Am 
And maybe we won't argue in the mornin' 
         C                F             C           Dm7   Dm 
We'll be makin' love and just let that old calendar turn 
        G                                                              G7 
All this gettin' off the road has got me ragged to the bone and coming home 
                   G     C 
Sure ain't no homecoming party 


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