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Originally in Am, I play in Em capo 2

Intro, rubato

EmDGCGDCG/BAmG

Still rubato

Vox on 3 1 on “have to”

You’ll Emhave to exDcuse me, I’m Gnot at my Cbest

I’ve been Ggone for a Dmonth, I’ve been Cdrunk G/Bsince AmI leGft

These Emso-called vaDcations will Gsoon be my Cdeath

I’m so Gsick from the Ddrink I need Chome G/Bfor Ama rGest

Band enter

We arEmrived in DDecember and GLondon was Ccold

We Gstayed in the Dbars along CCharing Cross Road

We Emnever saw Dnothin’ but Gbrass taps and Coak

Kept a Gshine on the Dbar with the Csleeves of our Dcoats

Hang all three chords on this line

You’ll Dhave to excuse me, I’m Gnot at my Dbest

I’ve been Ggone for a Cweek

I’ve been Ddrunk since I left

And these Dso-called vacations will Gsoon be my Ddeath

I’m so Gsick from the Cdrink

Hard stop on “rest”

I need Dhome for a Crest

Take me home

First ripping fiddle/flute solo

EmAmDBmEm

EmAmDBmEm

EmEuston DStation the Gtrain journey CNorth

GIn the buffet Dcar we Clurched back and forth

Past Emold crooked Ddykes through GYorkshire’s green Cfields

We were Gflung into Ddance as the Ctrain jigged and Dreeled

You’ll Dhave to excuse me, I’m Gnot at my Dbest

I’ve been Ggone for a Cweek

I’ve been Ddrunk since I left

And these Dso-called vacations

Will Gsoon be my Ddeath

I’m so Gsick from the Cdrink

I need Dhome for a Crest

Take me home

Second ripping fiddle/flute solo

EmCDAmEmCDD

EmAmDBmEmAmDDB7

By the Emlight of the Dmoon, she’d Gdrift through the Cstreets

A Grare old perfuDme, so Cseductive and sweet

She’d Emtease us and Dflirt, as the Gpubs all closed Cdown

Then Gwalk us on Dhome and Cdeny us a Dround

You’ll Dhave to excuse me, I’m Gnot at my Dbest

I’ve been Ggone for a Cmonth

I’ve been Ddrunk since I left

And these Dso-called vacations

Will Gsoon be my Ddeath

I’m so Gsick from the Cdrink

I need Dhome for a Crest

Take me home

Third ripping fiddle/flute solo

EmAmDBmEm

EmAmDBmEm

The Emgas heater’s Dempty, it’s Gdamp as a Ctomb

The Gspirits we Ddrank are now Cghosts in the room

I’m Emknackered agDain, come on sGleep take me sCoon

And don’t lGift up my Dhead ‘till the Ctwelve bells at Dnoon

You’ll Dhave to excuse me, I’m Gnot at my Dbest

I’ve been Ggone for a Cmonth

I’ve been Ddrunk since I left

And these Dso-called vacations

Will Gsoon be my Ddeath

I’m so Gsick from the Cdrink

I need Dhome for a Crest

Take me hEmome