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C
It's a little past supper time
G
I'm still out on the porch step
Am F
Sittin' on my behind, waiting for you.
C
Wondering if everything was all right?
G
Momma said, 'Come in boy don't waste your time.'
Am F
I said, 'I got time. Well he'll be here soon.'
G Am F
I was five years old and talkin to myself
G Am
Where were you? Where'd ya go?
F
Daddy can't you tell?
C
I'm not tryin' to fake it,
F
and I ain't the one to blame.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
In my house of pain.
C
I didn't write these pages and
F
my scripts been re-arranged.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
in my house of pain.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
in my house of pain.
C
Wasn't I worth the time?
G
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime
Am F
And all the time I looked up to you.
C
I paced my room a million times.
G
And all I ever got was one big line
Am F
The same old lie. How could you?
G Am F
I was eighteen, still talkin' to myself.
Am G
Where were you? Where'd you go?
F
Daddy can't ya tell?
C
I'm not tryin' to fake it,
F
and I ain't the one to blame.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
In my house of pain.
C
I didn't write these pages and
F
my scripts been re-arranged.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
in my house of pain.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
in my house of pain.
G Am F
I was eighteen, still talkin' to myself.
Am G
Oh, Where were you? Oh, Where'd you go?
F
Daddy can't ya tell?
C
I'm not tryin' to fake it,
F
and I ain't the one to blame.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
In my house of pain.
C
So I didn't write these pages and
F
my scripts been re-arranged.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
in my house of pain.
Am
No, there's no one home
G F
in my house of pain.