Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Some days the most that you hope to do

 Is step in your leather shoes

 And make your way around the block

 Days that tired mother of ours

 And living has made her sad

 How she wishes she could stop the clock

 And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn

 Come clean, come clean, come near, come home

 Come hooooooome

 You always come home to those empty rooms

 And wonder what's left to lose

 Folding sheets cause you can never stop

 Days that tired mother of ours

 And living has made her sad

 How she wishes she could stop the clock

 And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn

 Come clean, come clean, come near, come home

 Come hooooooome

 And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn

 Come clean, come clean, come near, come home

 Come hooooooome