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Fm C
I've got a little black book with my poems in
E
got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
F C
when I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
F C
I've got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
E E7
got those swollen hand blues
F C
got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
C7
I got electric light and I got second sight
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got amazing powers of observation
G E7
and that is how I know
Am C6 C D
when I try to get thru on the telephone to you
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There'll be nobody home.
Additional lyrics:
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wide staring eyes
& I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to (fly to fly to fly to fly to)
Ooooh babe, why not pick up the phone?
There's still nobody home.
C
I've got a pair of Gohill's boots
E E7
But I got fading roots.
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