Strays

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Am                             G                                C
I’ve been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you
     F            Am G C
To prove to you I do
                    F
It shouldn’t be to hard to write
            Am                        G               C
I’ll just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha
             F                      Am                       G
You were stranded in Jackson with a bus fare to-who-knows where
            C                    F
I took you in, right then and there
     Am       G         C
And life took on a new form
          F
No more stayin out all night
          Am                      G                     C
No more killin ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright
          Am                              G       C   G  C
No more sleepin with strangers and those awkward goodbyes

Am               G                          C
I never had much family, never had too many friends
     F                  Am     G C
Then you came wandering through
            F
Pompously I took you for granted
           Am                        G                          C
That’s why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you
                F
I’ll sing about those Denver mornings you’d wake up
Am                      G
bawlin bout a long lost kid
              C                        F
Your maternal instincts, were kickin' in
       Am          G               C
As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks
                   F
You brought home a dog you found in the alley
         Am                        G                               C
You said "can we keep her?" I said "well, what kind of man would I be?"
      Am                           G                C
So you bought her a collar, and you called her your family

F Am G C

Am          G                    C
Writers are selfish, writers are egotists
     F                      Am G C
I’m afraid I’m as bad as it gets
                    F
I keep forgettin to censor the truth
Am                             G                               C
That’s why I better write some kinda, some kinda love song for you
F            Am             G            C                F
Drivin cross country in a U-Haul, on the hunt for our new home
Am    G          C                            F
High atop Eagle Rock, we found a house with a big back yard
      Am                    G                       C
So we picked up yet another mutt, from the Crenshaw Pound
        F                             Am                 G
Sippin' coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn
    C          C/B    Am
I’m sorry I’ve had my doubts…
       F                      G                 C
Were a family of strays but together we’ve been found
       F                      G                 C
Were a family of strays but together we’ve been found