Capo 3rd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
They pay me not to come home..
Keeping me stoned..
I won't run away..
They say it's easy to get..
Stuck in this town..
Just like Joan.
You know I gave it all up for the stage..
They fill my cup up.. in the cage..
It's no ones business but mine when I'm low..
To hold yourself ups not a crime here you know..
At the end of the world..
So I kick my feet at the lights..
Breathe it in all night..
There's a light in a canvass tree.
Money from home supports me..
They pay me not to come home..
I won't eat crow..
I'll stay away..
And though all roads will not lead you home my dear..
All roads lead to the end.. of the world
And I'll so a little luck up into the hem of my gown..
The only way down from the gallows.. is.. to swing
And I will wear boots, instead of high heels..
And the next stage i'm on.. will.. have wheels