F#m A Maybe time has wrought some changesF#m A Maybe I remember wrongF#m A It stands to reason I've grown softerF#m A I was married for so longD Bm I took a chill late last AprilD Bm Lost thirty pounds by mid JulyD Bm Not that the old place was the 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 A I was welcomed like a guilty 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 A There's a couple of babies in the cradleF#m A Sister's gone east for a timeF#m A Mama's boiling water by the wood stoveContinúa después del anuncioF#m A Neighbours stealing glances through the blindD Bm Now she's looking at me through their eyesD Bm And I see the thought she hides in vainD Bm All my years among the silken-tongued, the fallenF#m A Have made this cancer in my brainF#m A Cheap coal's spilling from the hilltopsF#m A The earth is shaking from them old drag linesF#m A But when these little towns lie sleepingF#m A It's like it must have been before 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 A Now there's cousins dropping in from BriersvilleF#m A With self regard these baptists 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 A Their voices rise as they grow drunkerF#m A Black vultures gathering at my tombD Bm Humbled by the ancient jewish 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
Never Come Home
Robbie Fulks
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