Standard (EADGBE)

1. Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones

I’ve sung every song about bein’ alone

So, honey, please be there when I get home

Well, the tourists have all given up for the night

Coyotes howlin’ to my left and my right

And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone

2. The wind’s growin’ colder, I’m caught by the throat

And my car-top’s flappin’ like a pensioner’s coat

Oh and honey, please be there when I get home

My friends are on the pogey and I’m on the pills

I’m hooked on a white line runnin’ up to the hills

And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone

/…/…/…/…

La la (etc.)