Tone: [A]
Intro:
[Amaj7] Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to [Dmaj7]you
[Amaj7]Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be [Dmaj7]to
[Amaj7]Fresh out the slammer
Verse 1:
A[Amaj7]Another summer taking cover
[Gbm7]Rolling thunder, he don't under[Dmaj7]understand me [A]
[Amaj7]Splintered back in winter, silent
[Gbm7]dinner, bitter he was with her [Dmaj7]in dreams [A]
[Amaj7]Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels
[Gbm7]Handcuffed to the spell I was under
[Dmaj7] For just one hour of [A]sunshine
[Amaj7]Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
[Gbm7]In the shade of how he was feeling
[Dmaj7] It's gonna be alright, I d[A]did my time
Chorus:
[Amaj7]Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to [Dmaj7]you
[Amaj7]Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be [Dmaj7]to
[Amaj7]Fresh out the slammer
Verse 2:
[Amaj7]Camera flashes, welcome bashes
[Gbm7]Get the matches, toss the ashes [Dmaj7]off the ledge [A]
As I said [Amaj7]in my letters now that I know [Gbm7]better
I will never lose my [Dmaj7]baby again [A]
[Amaj7]My friends tried but I wouldn't hear it
[Gbm7]Watched me daily disappearing
[Dmaj7] For just one glimpse of [A]his smile
[Amaj7]All those nights he kept me going
[Gbm7]Squirreled you into all of my poems
[Dmaj7] Now we're at the starting line, I [A]did my time
Chorus:
[Amaj7]Now, pretty baby, I'm [Gbm7]running to the [Dmaj7]house we still wait up in
That porch l[A]light gleams
To the [Amaj7]one who says I'm the girl of his Americ[Gbm7]American dreams
And no [Dmaj7]matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway
Ain't no [A]way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at [Amaj7]stake
[Amaj7]Here at the [Gbm7]park where we used to sit on ch[Dmaj7]children's swings
Wearing[A]Wearing imaginary rings [Amaj7] [Gbm7]
But it's gonna be alright, I [Dmaj7]did my time [A]
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