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Home For A Rest
By: Spirit Of The West
Tuning: Standard
No Capo
Intro (Picked):
Am |G |C |F |C |G |F C D |C
Intro Verse: (Play Slow)
You'll Amhave to exGcuse me, I'm Cnot at my Fbest
I've been Cgone for a Gmonth, I've been Fdrunk Csince DI Cleft
These Amso-called vaGcations will Csoon be my Fdeath
I'm so Csick from the Gdrink I need Fhome Cfor Da Crest.
Verse:
We arAmrived in GDecember and CLondon was Fcold
We Cstayed in the Gbars along FCharing Cross Road
We Amnever saw Gnothin' but Cbrass taps and Foak
Kept a Cshine on the Gbar with the Fsleeves of our Gcoats
CHORUS:
You'll Ghave to excuse me, I'm Cnot at my Gbest
I've been Cgone for a Fweek
I've been Gdrunk since I left
And these Gso-called vacations
Will Csoon be my Gdeath
I'm so Csick from the Fdrink
I need Ghome for a Frest
Take me home....
Break:
Am |Dm |G |Em Am |
Am |Dm |G |Em Am |
Verse:
AmEuston GStation the Ctrain journey FNorth
CIn the buffet Gcar we Flurched back and forth
Past Amold crooked Gdykes through CYorkshire's green Ffields
We were Cflung into Gdance as the Ftrain jigged and Greeled
CHORUS:
You'll Ghave to excuse me, I'm Cnot at my Gbest
I've been Cgone for a Fweek
I've been Gdrunk since I left
And these Gso-called vacations
Will Csoon be my Gdeath
I'm so Csick from the Fdrink
I need Ghome for a Frest
Take me home....
Break:
Am |F |G |Dm |Am |F |G |G |
Am |Dm |G |Em |Am |Dm |G |G |E |
Verse:
By the Amlight of the Gmoon, she'd Cdrift through the Fstreets
A Crare old perfuGme, so Fseductive and sweet
She'd Amtease us and Gflirt, as the Cpubs all closed Fdown
Then Cwalk us on Ghome and Fdeny us a Ground
CHORUS:
You'll Ghave to excuse me, I'm Cnot at my Gbest
I've been Cgone for a Fmonth
I've been Gdrunk since I left
And these Gso-called vacations
Will Csoon be my Gdeath
I'm so Csick from the Fdrink
I need Ghome for a Frest
Take me home....
Break:
Am |Dm |G |Em Am |
Am |Dm |G |Em Am |
Verse:
The Amgas heater's Gempty, it's Cdamp as a Ftomb
The Cspirits we Gdrank now Fghosts in the room
I'm Amknackered again, come Gon Csleep take me Fsoon
And Cdon't lift up my Ghead 'till Fthe twelveG bells at noon
CHORUS:
You'll Ghave to excuse me, I'm Cnot at my Gbest
I've been Cgone for a Fmonth
I've been Gdrunk since I left
And these Gso-called vacations
Will Csoon be my Gdeath
I'm so Csick from the Fdrink
I need Ghome for a Frest