Still Not Home

(início)

INTRO: C
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Jesus at the table in the early morn'
                                     C
"Dad, I've been thinking I got to get born
                                            F
Got to mean something heavy to somebody somewhere
                                       C
I don't know who I am, but I can't stay here"
         G                                     C
I didn't mean to stand up, I didn't mean to daydream
  G                                C
I didn't want to hear it calling my name
F                             C
Regular life don't suit me at all
      G                    F         C
Oh, I gotta get going, I'm still not home
      G                   F         C
Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home
                                         F
Robert Johnson was trembling, calling for help
                                       C
At the edge of the field talking to himself
                                        F
Not a woman, not a dollar, not even his soul
                                          C
Feels as good in his hands as that old guitar
         G                            C
He say, "Nobody sees how desperate I'm torn
  G                                   C
I feel like I'm crazy the way that I'm going
      F                                     C
Don't know if it's from up high or way down low
      G                   F         C
Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home
       G                       F         C
Hey, I gotta get going and I'm still not home
BRIDGE:
              F                 C
You know that ache's grown so familiar
         F                             C
How many times I got to shoo it from my door
            F                            C
Putting the shine on the far side of the river
    G
Oh, come round to bruise me up a little bit more
                                            C
Come round to bruise me up just a little bit more
INSTRUMENTAL: C    F    C    F    C
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One day I'm gonna light like a season of green
                                          C
And my heart is gonna run like a flying machine
                                          F
Lipstick and a nickel in the pocket of my coat
                                      C
And I won't even care if I never come back
G                                     C
All the windows open and the wind like wheels
G                                  C
Nobody can tell you the way that it feels
        F                                        C
Oh, but lord, if you could see the way I'm gonna soar
      G                    F         C
Oh, I gotta get going, I'm still not home
      G                  F         C
Oh, I best be going, I'm still not home
      G                   F        C
Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home
      G                    F        C
Oh, I gotta get going, I'm still not home