#------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Here's what I got out of this little drinking song from Spirit of the West HOME FOR A REST Written by Kelly/Mann INTRO: - played with quick even notes AGCF e|----------------------------|--0-----1-3----1-----3-1-----| b|--1-----0-1----3-----1-3----|----1-------1----1-------1---| g|----2-------0----0-------0--|------0------------2---------| d|------2------------0--------|--2------------3-------------| a|--0------------2------------|-----------------------------| e|----------------------------|-----------------------------| CGC e|--0----------------0-3------|-----------------------------| b|----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|----------------------------|-----------------------------| This Intro is played once then along with the chorus Am G C F You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best C G I've been gone for a month C I've been drunk since I left Am G These so called vacations C F Will soon be my death C G I'm so sick from the drink C I need home for a rest ... Then it breaks into a verse with fast paced chords: Am G C F We arrived in December and London was cold C G So we stayed in the bars C G 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 C 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 C G I've been drunk since I left G These so-called vacations C G Will soon be my death C F I'm so sick from the drink G C I need home for a rest ... Verse #2 Euston Station the train journey north In the buffet car we lurched back and forth Past odd crooked dykes Through Yorkshire's green fields We were flung into dance As the train jigged and reeled Chorus Verse #3 By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets A 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 Verse #4 The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb And the spirits we drank like a ghost in the room I'm knackered again, come on please take me soon And don't lift up my head 'till the twelve bells at noon Chorus KM