Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

They pay me not to come home..

Keeping me stoned..

I won't run away..

They say it's easy to get..

Stuck in this town..

Just like Joan.

You know I gave it all up for the stage..

They fill my cup up.. in the cage..

It's no ones business but mine when I'm low..

To hold yourself ups not a crime here you know..

At the end of the world..

So I kick my feet at the lights..

Breathe it in all night..

There's a light in a canvass tree.

Money from home supports me..

They pay me not to come home..

I won't eat crow..

I'll stay away..

And though all roads will not lead you home my dear..

All roads lead to the end.. of the world

And I'll so a little luck up into the hem of my gown..

The only way down from the gallows.. is.. to swing

And I will wear boots, instead of high heels..

And the next stage i'm on.. will.. have wheels