Chords:
{t: Home For a Rest }
{key: C}
{artist:Spirit of the West}
Spirit of the West: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crIk87-mPzY
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[Am] You'll have to ex[G]cuse me, I'm not at [F] my best
I've been gone [C] for a [G] month, I've been [F] drunk since I [C] left
These [Am] so called va[G]cations will soon [F] be [C] my [F] death
I'm so sick [C] from the [G] drink, I need [F] home for a [C] rest
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We ar[Am]rived in De[G]cember and [Em] London was [F] cold
We [C] stayed in the [G] bars along [F] Charing Cross Road
We [Am] never saw [G] nothin' but [C] brass taps and [F] oak
Kept a [C] shine on the [Am] bar with the [F] sleeves of our [G] coats
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You'll have to excuse me, I'm [C] not at my [G] best
I've been [Em] gone for a [F] week, I've been [G] drunk since I left
These so called vacations will [C] soon be my [G] death
I'm so [Em] sick from the [F] drink, I need [G] home for a [F] rest
Take me [Am] home
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[Am] Euston [G] Station the [C] train journey [F] north
[C] In the buffet [G] car we [F] lurched back and forth
Past [Am] odd crooked [G] dikes, through [C] Yorkshire's green [F] fields
We were [C] flung into [G] dance as the [Am] train jigged and [G] reeled
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You'll have to excuse me, I'm [C] not at my [G] best
I've been [Em] gone for a [F] week, I've been [G] drunk since I left
These so called vacations will [C] soon be my [G] death
I'm so [Em] sick from the [F] drink, I need [G] home for a [F] rest
Take me [Am] home
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By the [Am] light of the [G] moon she'd [C] drift through the [F] streets
A [C] rare old per[G]fume so se[C]ductive and [F] sweet
She'd [Am] tease us and flirt as the [C] pubs all closed [F] down
Then [C] walk us on [G] home and de[F]ny us a [C] round
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You'll have to excuse me, I'm [C] not at my [G] best
I've been [Em] gone for a [F] week, I've been [G] drunk since I left
These so called vacations will [C] soon be my [G] death
I'm so [Em] sick from the [F] drink, I need [G] home for a [F] rest
Take me [Am] home
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The [Am] gas heater's [G] empty, it's [C] damp as a [F] tomb
The [C] spirits we [G] drank are now [Am] ghosts in the [C] room
I'm [Am] knackered a[G]gain, come on [C] sleep take me [F] soon
And [C] don't lift up my [G] head 'til the [G] twelve bells of [G] noon
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You'll have to excuse me, I'm [C] not at my [G] best
I've been [Em] gone for a [F] week, I've been [G] drunk since I left
These so called vacations will [C] soon be my [G] death
I'm so [Em] sick from the [F] drink, I need [G] home for a [F] rest
Take me [Am] home
