The Lovin' Spoonful - Boredom

^CBoredom^F, hangin' by my^D7self^G7 in a bleak m^Cotel Ove^Dm7rnight in^G7 a small^C town Boredom,^F my mind's countin'^D7 time,^G7 trucks go rollin'^C by Past the^Dm7 pumps and^G7 highway^C sign ^C7

^FNever was a place that felt less like^C home ^D7Never would a come here if I'd only^G7 known That it's a^C one-channel town and I'm all alone I^G7 can't just sit 'n' watch my telephone Cause^C no one knows my number and it can't be found And there's^G7 no good people just kickin' around So^Am here we are together,^D7 machines and me I^G7 feel about as local as a fish in a tree

And this^C Boredom^F, my mind's countin^D7' time^G7, trucks go rollin^C' by Past the^Dm7 pumps and^G7 highway^C sign ^C7

And^F in this town all the other sounds have^C ceased And the^D7 Late Late Show died long ago With a^G7 few words from a priest

^CBoredom^F, hangin' by my^D7self^G7 in a bleak m^Cotel Ove^Dm7rnight in^G7 a small^C town ^{Dm7 G7 C}