From: 4kjm1@qlink.queensu.ca (Moore Kevin J) Here's what I got out of this little drinking song from Spirit of the West HOME FOR A REST Written by Kelly/Mann INTRO: - played with quick even notes Am G C F e|----------------------------|--0-----1-3----1-----3-1-----| b|--1-----0-1----3-----1-3----|----1-------1----1-------1---| g|----2-------0----0-------0--|------0------------2---------| d|------2------------0--------|--2------------3-------------| a|--0------------2------------|-----------------------------| e|----------------------------|-----------------------------| C G C e|--0----------------0-3------|-----------------------------| b|----1---3-1----3-------3----|--1---1---1----1-------------| g|------0-----0----0-------0--|----2---0---0--0-------------| d|--2-------------------------|--3---2---0------------------| a|---------------2------------|---------------3-------------| e|----------------------------|-----------------------------| This Intro is played once then along with the chorus

You'll ^Amhave ^Gto excuse^C me, I^F'm not at my best I've^C been go^Gne for a month I've b^Ceen drunk since I left These ^Amso cal^Gled vacations Will ^Csoon ^Fbe my death I'm so ^Csick fro^Gm the drink I need^C home for a rest ...

Then it breaks into a verse with fast paced chords:

We ^Amarrive^Gd in D^Cecember a^Fnd London was cold So we ^Cstayed in^G the bars Along ^CCharing C^Gross Road We ^Amnever saw^G nothi^Cn' bu^Ft brass taps and oak Kep^Ct the shi^Gne on the bar Wit^Ch the^G sleeves of our coats

Chorus:

You'll ^Ghave to exc^Cuse m^Ge, I'm not at my best I've^C been go^Fne for a week I've^C been^G drunk since I left These ^Gso-called vacations Will ^Csoon ^Gbe my death I'm so ^Csick fro^Fm the drink I need ^Ghome ^Cfor a rest ...

Verse #2 Euston Station the train journey north In the buffet car we lurched back and forth Past odd crooked dykes Through Yorkshire's green fields We were flung into dance As the train jigged and reeled Chorus Verse #3 By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down Then walk us on home and deny us a round Chorus Verse #4 The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb And the spirits we drank like a ghost in the room I'm knackered again, come on please take me soon And don't lift up my head 'till the twelve bells at noon Chorus KM

Spirit of the West - Home for a rest