I’ve got a C little black book with my poems in
Got a E bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When F I’m a good dog, they sometimes throw me a C bone in

F I got e-C lastic bands keepin my shoes on
Got those E swollen E7 hand blues
Got F thirteen channels of shit on the TV to C choose from

I’ve got C electric light
C7 and I’ve got second sight
I’ve got a-F mazing Fm powers of
obser-C vation E7 Am D7 G

And that is how I know E7
Am When I try to get through Am Am7+ C
On the telephone to you C D7
Fm6 There’ll be nobody C home F C

F I’ve got the o-C bligatory Hendrix perm
And the i-E nevitable pinhole E7 burns
F All down the front of my favorite satin C shirt.

F I’ve got C nicotine stains on my fingers
I’ve got a E silver spoon on a chain
I’ve got a F grand piano to prop up my mortal re-C mains

I’ve got C wild staring eyes
C7 and I’ve got a strong urge to fly
F But Fm I got nowhere to
C fly to E7 Am D7 G

E7 Am Ooooh, babe Am Am7+ C
when I pick up the phone C D7
Fm6 There’s still nobody C home F C

F I’ve got a C pair of Gohills boots
And I got E fading E7 roots