Never Come Home

F#m                          A
Maybe time has wrought some changes
F#m               A
Maybe I remember wrong
F#m                             A
It stands to reason I've grown softer
F#m                   A
I was married for so long
D                        Bm
I took a chill late last April
D                         Bm
Lost thirty pounds by mid July
D                              Bm
Not that the old place was the answer
F#m                               A
Just one last thing that I could try
F#m                         A
I had scarcely laid my bag down
F#m                          A
When my misjudgement hit me square
F#m                           A
I was welcomed like a guilty prisoner
F#m            A
Old grievances fouled the air

F#m                      A
Four hundred miles mean nothing
F#m                        A
One mans troubles are his own
F#m                       A
The land is run down and ragged
F#m                       A
I should have never come home

F#m                                A
There's a couple of babies in the cradle
F#m                       A
Sister's gone east for a time
F#m                               A
Mama's boiling water by the wood stove
F#m                                      A
Neighbours stealing glances through the blind
D                                     Bm
Now she's looking at me through their eyes
D                                  Bm
And I see the thought she hides in vain
D                                          Bm
All my years among the silken-tongued, the fallen
F#m                          A
Have made this cancer in my brain
F#m                             A
Cheap coal's spilling from the hilltops
F#m                                      A
The earth is shaking from them old drag lines
F#m                              A
But when these little towns lie sleeping
F#m                                 A
It's like it must have been before mankind
D                         Bm
Watch the wild mid summer moonlight
D                        Bm
Drifting slow across the lawn
D                      Bm
Catch the outlines the creation
F#m               A
As morning comes on

F#m  A    F#m   A
F#m                                   A
Now there's cousins dropping in from Briersville
F#m                                     A
With self regard these baptists farely shine
F#m                   A
Mama gives them high admiration
F#m                              A
Contempt is the best that I can find

D                       Bm
Four hundred miles mean nothing
D                         Bm
One mans troubles are his own
D                           Bm
Sick and torn from wife and children
F#m                       A
I should have never come home

F#m                        A
I hear them whispering my name
F#m                       A
Late at night beneath my room
F#m                             A
Their voices rise as they grow drunker
F#m                             A
Black vultures gathering at my tomb
D                             Bm
Humbled by the ancient jewish prophets
D                              Bm
Dazzled by the distant network theme
D                      Bm
Born by the promise of tomorrow
F#m               A
Bury me with all speed
F#m                         A
Now I was born in New York City
F#m                   A
Down here I'm near a slave
F#m                            A
Can't hardly take in one more body
F#m                   A
Can't afford another grave

D                       Bm
Four hundred miles mean nothing
D                         Bm
One mans troubles are his own
D                         Bm
This land is run down and ragged
F#m                       A
I should have never come home

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