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Thread #39300 Message #3164706
Posted By: GUEST,Sarah
03-Jun-11 - 10:25 AM
Thread Name: Lyr/Chords Req: The Hobo's Last Letter
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: THE HOBO'S LAST LETTER
I know it's been a few years since this thread was posted, but I love the song, and this is the only place on the internet I could find the lyrics.
So, here are the chords, as best I can tell...
While [D]walking one [A]day down the [D]bowery
[D]Drinking without any [G]cares
I [G]happened upon a [D]common old bum
Who'd fallen[E] down three flights[A] of stairs
His [D]coat was all [A]ragged and [D]tattered
The [D]hair was white on his [G]head
He gave[G] me a letter [D]with his dying breath
And [A]these were the words that he'd [D]said...
I was [D]standing on a [G]streetcar back in [D]Frisco
Waiting [D]for the light to [G]change from [D]red to green
When a thought[G[ came through my head about the [D]time we went to [Bm]bed
Underneath[E7] the western stars of [A]Abilene
You know a [D]lot of things get [G]hazy when you [D]wander
Days go [D]by like [G]boxcars in the [D]night
But some [G]day I know I'll find
Just a [D]little peace of mind
And when I [A]do I'll find you to make it [D]right.
I'll be [G]home in the morning when the [D]sun is comin up
And the [A]rooster's singin wake up to a [D]thousand buttercups
There'll be [G]pigs in the pen, and [D]turkeys in the woods
I'll be [A]home in the morning, dear, [D]for good.
It's[D] 20 years ago that [G]bus pulled out for[D] Denver
We were [D]standing in the [G]station holding [D]hands
Then we [G]finally said goodbye and I [D]stood and watched you [Bm]cry
And I asked[E7] myself how you could [A]understand
You know I've [D]been a lot of [G]places since that [D]Sunday
And some [D]things I done [G]just don't mean a [D]thing
But one [G]thing I know is true
Lord I'll [D]get back home to you
This old [A]bird can't stay forever on the [D]wing.
I'll be [G]home in the morning when the [D]sun is comin up
And the [A]rooster's singin wake up to a [D]thousand buttercups
There'll be [G]pigs in the pen, and [D]turkeys in the woods
I'll be [A]home in the morning, dear, [D]for good.
Instrumental
Well I [D]folded up the [G]letter I was [D]reading
Cause some [D]things are [G]just too personal to [D]tell
And I [G]gave it to the cop who was [D]standing at the [Bm]top
Of the [E7]stairs where that poor old bum had [A]fell
He hadn't [D]had the time to [G]put her name [D]upon it
And his [D]hand had [G]shook so bad his name was [D]blurred
But it [G]looked a lot like mine
So I'm [D]callin you this time
To say I'll be [A]home in the morning, dear, for[D] good
I'll be [G]home in the morning when the [D]sun is comin up
And the [A]rooster's singin wake up to a [D]thousand buttercups
There'll be [G]pigs in the pen, and [D]turkeys in the woods
I'll be [A]home in the morning, dear, [D]for good.
And out