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Here's what I got out of this little drinking song from Spirit of the West
HOME FOR A REST
Written by Kelly/Mann
INTRO: - played with quick even notes
[Am] [G] [C] [F]
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b|--1-----0-1----3-----1-3----|----1-------1----1-------1---|
g|----2-------0----0-------0--|------0------------2---------|
d|------2------------0--------|--2------------3-------------|
a|--0------------2------------|-----------------------------|
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[C] [G] [C]
e|--0----------------0-3------|-----------------------------|
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d|--2-------------------------|--3---2---0------------------|
a|---------------2------------|---------------3-------------|
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This Intro is played once then along with the chorus
You'll [Am]have to ex[G]cuse me, I'm [C]not at my [F]best
I've been [C]gone for a [G]month
I've been drunk since I [C]left
These [Am]so called va[G]cations
Will [C]soon be my [F]death
I'm so [C]sick from the [G]drink
I need home for a [C]rest ...
Then it breaks into a verse with fast paced chords:
We [Am]arrived in De[G]cember and [C]London was [F]cold
So we [C]stayed in the [G]bars
Along [C]Charing Cross [G]Road
We [Am]never saw [G]nothin' but [C]brass taps and [F]oak
Kept the [C]shine on the [G]bar
With the [C]sleeves of our [G]coats
Chorus:
You'll [G]have to excuse me, I'm [C]not at my [G]best
I've been [C]gone for a [F]week
I've been [C]drunk since I [G]left
These [G]so-called vacations
Will [C]soon be my [G]death
I'm so [C]sick from the [F]drink
I need [G]home for a [C]rest ...
Verse #2
Euston Station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dykes
Through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance
As the train jigged and reeled
Chorus
Verse #3
By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
Chorus
Verse #4
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
And the spirits we drank like a ghost in the room
I'm knackered again, come on please take me soon
And don't lift up my head
'till the twelve bells at noon
Chorus
KM
