Vic Chesnutt - Unpacking my suitcase

I was unp^Facking my suitcase, ^Bb
Pulling out dirty clothes 
When ^Fevocative aromas h^Bbit my nose ^FOne shirt smelled of your ^Bbsmoky loft ^FAnother strongly of spilt v^Bbodka And it occu^Gmrred to me, ho^Bbw much I brought home
 And ^Gmknowingly you had l^Bboaded me up ^F
With the stuff to s^Bburvive Through ^Flean times so starved I ^Bbcould just wither and die


But I was ^Fsaving little ^Cchunks, 
of your s^Bbweet sweet goodness ^F
And squ^Cirrelin them awa^Bby ^F
I was s^Cquirrelin them a^Bbway I was ^Fsaving healthy c^Chunks, of your s^Bbweet sweet goodness ^FAnd squi^Crrelin the^Gmm away ^CFor the long lean ^Dmwinter ^Bb

^GmAll of y^C’all, so^Dm lush and ^Bbgenerous ^Gm
It can get ^Clean and lonely whe^Dmre I hail^Bb from But ^Gmeach luscious ^Cone of you, 
gave me^Dm bounteous charms to c^Bbhew



And I was ^Fstuffing, stretching,^C smiley-cheeked 
for th^Bbe extent of my stay you could say that I ^Fwas, 
^Csquirrelin it^Bb away ^FI was ^Cjust squirrel^Bbin it away