Kris Kristofferson - Breakdown a long way from home

The c^Dlubs are all ^D7closed and the ^Gla-dies are ^Dleaving, There's no-body no-body ^E7knows on the ^A7street; A f^Dew strand-ed ^D7souls stand-ing ^Gcold at the ^Dsta-tion, And ^Gno-where to ^Dgo but to ^A7bed and to ^Dsleep. ^G7

^CLord, would you look at you,^G now that you're here, ain't you ^D7proud of your peers and the ^Glong way you've ^G7come? All a-l^Cone, all the way on your ^Gown, who's to say That you've^D7 thrown it away for a song? Boy, you've sure come a long way from ^Ghome.

So it's ^Dso long to ^D7so many ^Gso far behin^Dd you, Fair-weather friends that you ^E7no longer ^A7know; You've ^Dstill got the s^D7ame lonely ^Gsongs to rem^Dind you Of s^Gomeone you ^Dseemed to be ^A7so long a^Dgo. ^G7

^CLord, would you look at you,^G now that you're here, ain't you ^D7proud of your peers and the ^Glong way you've ^G7come? All al-^Cone, all the way on your ^Gown, who's to say That you've^D7 thrown it away for a song? Boy, you've sure come a long way from ^Ghome.