Elvis Costello - Tommys coming home

She was ^Ccounting out the window of the^Am outbound train ^GAll the poles of the telegraph ^CAnd the rock-a-bye rhythm in the ^Amsong of the rails ^GCouldn't make the sweeper ^Claugh

^BmDown down down so ^Amdeep ^BmDown down drowning in his ^Dsleep ^CTommy's ^Amcoming ^Ghome again

And a ^Chawk hovered high above a ^Amskinny jackrabbit ^GPursued by a hungry fox And a ^Cbroker awoke her from a ^Amfitful slumber Then ^Gconsulted his shares and his ^Cstocks

^BmDown down down they ^Amgo ^BmDown down how he'll never ^Dknow ^CTommy's ^Amcoming ^Ghome again And it's ^Calmost ^AmApril Fools' ^EmDay

As he ^Cglanced on his paper looking ^Amthrough the veil He could ^Gsee she was really upset As she ^Ctucked back the ribbon in a ^Amvelvet box As he ^Goffered her a cigaret^Cte

^BmDown down down she took a ^Amdrag ^BmNow he's covered in a ^Dflag ^CTommy's ^Amcoming ^Ghome again And it's ^Calmost ^AmApril Fools' ^EmDay

^GAlmost ^CApril Fools' ^GDay And the ^Cjoke's on every^Gone He ^Bmhad that premo^Emnition Only ^Adead men dwell up^Don

But ^Chow could he know that only ^Amtwelve months later She would ^Gwear her skirt up over her knee And in the ^Cvery same carriage she'd be ^Amflattened with roses And for^Gget the tears of bigot^Cry

^BmDown down down they ^Amflow ^BmNow now now it just don't matter any^Dmore ^CTommy ^Ammade it ^Ghome again When it was ^Calmost ^AmApril Fools' ^DDay

^GAlmost ^CApril Fools' ^GDay And the ^Cjoke's on every^Gone He ^Bmhad that premo^Emnition Only ^Adead men dwell up^Don

^CTommy's ^Amcoming ^Ghome again ^CTommy's ^Amcoming ^Ghome again ^CTommy's ^Amcoming ^Ghome