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HOME FOR A REST - Spirit of the West
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Tabbed by: David Antymis
Email:daveant99@hotmail.com
Regular Tuning
Strum the first Am chord (picking doesn't sound bad either).
e|-------------------------0---1-3-----1-------|
B|--1--0-----1-3---1-3------(1)----1-----1-----|
G|--2----2-------0-----0-------------0-----2---|
D|--2------2-------------0-2-----------3-------|
A|--0----------2-------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------|
e|-3-1---1---------------0-3-------------------|
B|-----1---1---3-1---3-------3---1---1---1---1-|
G|-----------0-----0---0-------0---2---0---0-0-|
D|-------2-----------------------3---2---0-----|
A|-------------------2-----------------------3-|
E|---------------------------------------------|
Played 3 times. 2nd and 3rd time with lyrics.
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/s/spirit-of-the-west/18106.html ]
(Strumming)
Am G C F
We arrived in December and London was cold
C G
We stayed in the bars
F
Along Charing Cross Road
Am G C F
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
C G
Kept the shine on the bar
F G
With the sleeves of our coats
Chorus:
G C G
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
C F
I've been gone for a week
G
I've been drunk since I left
G C G
These so called vacations, Will soon be my death
C F
I'm so sick from the drink
G C
I need home for a rest
(Sometimes I play F----CGC--- instead of G---C at the last line, not the same
but not bad. Too much solo tab write out...oh so lazy...you get the point.)
Euston Station the train journey North
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dikes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
CHORUS
By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
Her 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
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank, now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon
CHORUS
For the chorus it changes from "week" to "month" once in a while...you'll figure it out.
