| Em | D | G | C | G | D | C | G/B | Am | G |
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| Em | D | G | C |
| You’ll | have to ex | cuse me, I’m | not at my | best |
| G | D | C | G/B | Am | G |
| I’ve been | gone for a | month, I’ve been | drunk | since | I le | ft |
| Em | D | G | C |
| These | so-called va | cations will | soon be my | death |
| G | D | C | G/B | Am | G |
| I’m so | sick from the | drink I need | home | for | a r | est |
| Em | D | G | C |
| We ar | rived in | December and | London was | cold |
| G | D | C |
| We | stayed in the | bars along | Charing Cross Road |
| Em | D | G | C |
| We | never saw | nothin’ but | brass taps and | oak |
| G | D | C | D |
| Kept a | shine on the | bar with the | sleeves of our | coats |
| D | G | D |
| You’ll | have to excuse me, I’m | not at my | best |
| G | C |
| I’ve been | gone for a | week |
| D |
| I’ve been | drunk since I left |
| D | G | D |
| And these | so-called vacations will | soon be my | death |
| G | C |
| I’m so | sick from the | drink |
| D | C |
| I need | home for a | rest |
Take me home
| Em | D | G | C |
| Euston | Station the | train journey | North |
| G | D | C |
| In the buffet | car we | lurched back and forth |
| Em | D | G | C |
| Past | old crooked | dykes through | Yorkshire’s green | fields |
| G | D | C | D |
| We were | flung into | dance as the | train jigged and | reeled |
| D | G | D |
| You’ll | have to excuse me, I’m | not at my | best |
| G | C |
| I’ve been | gone for a | week |
| D |
| I’ve been | drunk since I left |
| D |
| And these | so-called vacations |
| G | D |
| Will | soon be my | death |
| G | C |
| I’m so | sick from the | drink |
| D | C |
| I need | home for a | rest |
Take me home
| Em | C | D | Am | Em | C | D | D |
| Em | Am | D | Bm | Em | Am | D | D | B7 |
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| Em | D | G | C |
| By the | light of the | moon, she’d | drift through the | streets |
| G | D | C |
| A | rare old perfu | me, so | seductive and sweet |
| Em | D | G | C |
| She’d | tease us and | flirt, as the | pubs all closed | down |
| G | D | C | D |
| Then | walk us on | home and | deny us a | round |
| D | G | D |
| You’ll | have to excuse me, I’m | not at my | best |
| G | C |
| I’ve been | gone for a | month |
| D |
| I’ve been | drunk since I left |
| D |
| And these | so-called vacations |
| G | D |
| Will | soon be my | death |
| G | C |
| I’m so | sick from the | drink |
| D | C |
| I need | home for a | rest |
Take me home
| Em | D | G | C |
| The | gas heater’s | empty, it’s | damp as a | tomb |
| G | D | C |
| The | spirits we | drank are now | ghosts in the room |
| Em | D | G | C |
| I’m | knackered ag | ain, come on s | leep take me s | oon |
| G | D | C | D |
| And don’t l | ift up my | head ‘till the | twelve bells at | noon |
| D | G | D |
| You’ll | have to excuse me, I’m | not at my | best |
| G | C |
| I’ve been | gone for a | month |
| D |
| I’ve been | drunk since I left |
| D |
| And these | so-called vacations |
| G | D |
| Will | soon be my | death |
| G | C |
| I’m so | sick from the | drink |
| D | C |
| I need | home for a | rest |