Loudon Wainwright III - Homeless

      Homeless - Loudon Wainwright

Capo 2 - written relative to capo

* = Barchord


E                           A
When you were alive, I was never alone
   B                               A                E
Somewhere in the world, there was something called home
                                       A
And as long as you lived, I would be alright
            B                   A             E
There were reasons to win, and incentives to fight
A*                      E
Now I'm smoking again. I thought all that was through
Fm#*                    A*                      B*
And I don't wanna live. But what else can I do

B*

E                                            A
And I feel like I've faked all that I ever did
          B                        A           E
And I've grown a gray beard, but I cry like a kid
                                        A
I was seven when I sang you'd rosin the bow
   B                                A             E
There in Aunt Mary's kitchen and I don't guess I know
                                  A
That it's why I've done this for all of this time
  B                                       A         E
But now I'm playing and singing, seems a game or a crime
A*                                      E
People have called to find out if I'm fine
Fm#*                         A*          B* 
I assure them I am. But I'm not - it's a lie

B*

E                                                  A
They say in the end, your good friends pull you through
 B                      A               E
But everyone knows, my best friend was you.
E                                   A
Hey, I've gotten some help. I guess I was afraid
    B                                   A          E
You suppose something will happen when someone is paid
                                            A
But I am getting better once again I'll be strong
  B                     A            E
After all, listen, I'm singing this song

A*
When you were alive I was never alone
B*                      A*                      E
Somewhere in the world there was something called home

E                                           A
Now I feel like I'm homeless but I will be alright
 B                               A              E
I'll get through the days. I'll face-down the night.



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