Allan Taylor - Back home to you

The rain is beating hard and cold^C on my window ^Gpane It's four o'clock in the morning^C and I'm awake a^Ggain ^D I know the phone won't ring at ^Gthis time of ^Cday ^G Even if it did, I wouldn't^D know what to say

And I've ^Emgot to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou, sweet ^Clove I've got to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou ^{C G}

When the music played so sweet, ^Cwe were dancing in ^Gtime I tripped over my two left feet and I^C stepped out of ^Gline When I ^Dcame to my senses, I looked '^Ground and you were ^Cgone ^G The dance floor was empty, I was ^Ddancing alone

And I've ^Emgot to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou, sweet ^Clove I've got to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou ^{C G}

I'm going to buy a black guitar,^C I want to play the ^Gblues I'll get a snakeskin jacket, a pair of ^Calligator shoes ^{G D} I'll maybe try a slide guitar, I just ^Glove the sound it ^Cmakes ^G When it comes down to the wire,^D I'll do anything it takes

And I've ^Emgot to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou, sweet ^Clove I've got to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou

I could write you a poem, but I've ^Cdone that be^Gfore Tokens of a poet's love you ^Cdon't need any^Gmore It's ^Dgot to be fundamental, I know you ^Gwant it straight and ^Ctrue ^G I'll give you all I've got, 'cause I^D owe it all to you

And I've ^Emgot to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou, sweet ^Clove I've got to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou

And I've ^Emgot to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou, sweet ^Clove I've got to get back ^Dhome I've ^Cgot to get back ^Dhome I've ^Cgot to get back ^Dhome to ^Gyou ^{C G}