I didn't try to list the chorus since it's just la-la-la-la throughout.


SOME KIND OF FOOL
Ian Tyson

Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
I've sung every song about being alone
Aw honey, please be there when I get home
The tourists, they've all given up for the night
Coyotes howl in the cold on my left and my right
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone

The wind grows stronger, I'm caught by the throat
And my tarpaulin' flaps like a pensioner's coat
Aw honey, please be there when I get home
All my friends are on the pogey and I'm on the pills
Hooked on the white lines that run through these hills
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone

There's not many wise men leading this life
Old Will at the lake had never took him a wife
Aw honey, please be there when I get home
I asked him 'bout this and he just shook his head
Not for drivers or dreamers was all that he said
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone.