| D | A |
And | when the morning comes and you | gotta get up |
| G | D |
| How you going to find your | shoes |
| A7 |
In an empty bed with an | aching head |
| G | D |
You | know its got to give you the | blues |
| D |
| I don't know what's going on here |
| A |
I know | things are not all right |
If you want me to I'll go dear | |
| G | D |
If you | want I'll stay all | night |
I came here with my broken heart | |
| G | A |
| Wrapped away with | care |
| A7 |
And | all you do is sit and drink |
| A | D |
And | stare, at your T | V |
| D |
| You ask me why I came here |
| A |
But | you're the one who phoned |
| G | D |
But I | did alright a | lone |
I thought you learned to love me | |
| G | A |
I | guess you never | will |
| A7 |
The | keys lost to the kingdom |
| A | D |
And I | don't have time to | kill |
| D |
| So it's goodbye Carolina |
| G | D |
And | Chicago's good to | me |
My feet are in the stirrups | |
| A7 |
| Think I'll hit the highway |
| A | D |
I | guess your'e not the | one |
Created 2009 Sept 12 11:20
This is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song.
You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.