Standard (EADGBE)

 1. Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones

 I’ve sung every song about bein’ alone

 So, honey, please be there when I get home

 Well, the tourists have all given up for the night

Coyotes howlin’ to my left and my right

 And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone

 2. The wind’s growin’ colder, I’m caught by the throat

 And my car-top’s flappin’ like a pensioner’s coat

 Oh and honey, please be there when I get home

 My friends are on the pogey and I’m on the pills

 I’m hooked on a white line runnin’ up to the hills

 And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone

 /…/…/…/…

La la (etc.)