Spirit of the West - Home for a Rest
Originally in Am, I play in Em capo 2
Intro, rubato
EmDGCGDC→ G/B→ Am→ G
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
EmAmDBm→ Em
EmAmDBm→ Em
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
EmAmDBm→ Em
EmAmDBm→ Em
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