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Nobody Home Am C D7 F

Fm I’ve got a C little black book with my poems in
got a E bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
when F I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a C bone in

F I’ve got C elastic bands keeping my shoes on
got those E swollen hand E7 blues
got F thirteen channels of shit on the TV to C choose from

I got C electric light and C7 I got second sight
got F amazing Fm powers of C observation E7 Am D7
G and that is how I know E7

Am when I try to get thru C on the telephone to you D F
There’ll be C nobody home F C

C I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
E And the inevitable pinhole burns
F All down the front of my favourite satin C shirt

C I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers
E I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a F grand piano to prop up my mortal C remains

C I’ve got wide staring eyes C7 & I’ve got a strong urge to fly
F But I’ve got nowhere to fly to C E7 Am D7 (fly to) G E7

Am Ooooh babe, why not C pick up the phone? D F
There’s still nobody home. C F C

I’ve got a pair of Gohill’s boots
E But I got fading E7 roots….