Never Come Home
Robbie Fulks
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F#m A Maybe time has wrought some changesF#m A Maybe I remember wrongF#m It stands to reason I've grownA softerF#m A I was married for so longD Bm I took a chill late last AprilD Bm Lost thirty pounds by mid JulyD Not that the old place was theBm answerF#m A Just one last thing that I could tryF#m A I had scarcely laid my bag downF#m A When my misjudgement hit me squareF#m I was welcomed like a guiltyA prisonerF#m A Old grievances fouled the air [Chorus]F#m A Four hundred miles mean nothingF#m A One mans troubles are his ownF#m A The land is run down and raggedF#m A I should have never come home [Verse 2]F#m There's a couple of babies in theA cradleF#m A Sister's gone east for a timeF#m Mama's boiling water by the woodA stoveContinúa después del anuncioF#m Neighbours stealing glancesA through the blindD Now she's looking at me throughBm their eyesD And I see the thought she hides inBm vainD All my years among theBm silken-tongued, the fallenF#m A Have made this cancer in my brainF#m Cheap coal's spilling from theA hilltopsF#m The earth is shaking from them oldA drag linesF#m But when these little towns lieA sleepingF#m It's like it must have been beforeA mankindD Bm Watch the wild mid summer moonlightD Bm Drifting slow across the lawnD Bm Catch the outlines the creationF#m A As morning comes on [Interlude]F#m A F#m AF#m Now there's cousins dropping inA from BriersvilleF#m With self regard these baptistsA farely shineF#m A Mama gives them high admirationF#m A Contempt is the best that I can find [Chorus]D Bm Four hundred miles mean nothingD Bm One mans troubles are his ownD Bm Sick and torn from wife and childrenF#m A I should have never come home [Verse 3]F#m A I hear them whispering my nameF#m A Late at night beneath my roomF#m Their voices rise as they growA drunkerF#m A Black vultures gathering at my tombD Humbled by the ancient jewishBm prophetsD Bm Dazzled by the distant network themeD Bm Born by the promise of tomorrowF#m A Bury me with all speedF#m A Now I was born in New York CityF#m A Down here I'm near a slaveF#m A Can't hardly take in one more bodyF#m A Can't afford another grave [Chorus]D Bm Four hundred miles mean nothingD Bm One mans troubles are his ownD Bm This land is run down and raggedF#m A I should have never come home