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Tom:
A C#m D [Verse 1]
A C#m D I own a house that I don’t sleep in
A C#m D Monday begins my weekend
A C#m D A C#m D And bumper stickers mark where I have been
A C#m D Killing vans and selling t-shirts
A C#m D Is how I describe my work
A C#m D A C#m D Along with romanticizing gluttony and sin
A D C#m
A D C#m [Verse 2]
A C#m D I lead a pack of vagabonds
A C#m D We’re singing folky reggae songs
A C#m D A C#m D Smoking cigars that were gutted and refilled
A C#m D Sleeping inside cheap motels
A C#m D Wondering what is that smell
A C#m D A And if this life we love will one day get us killed
C#m D I hope not!
A D C#m
A D C#m [Chorus]
A B B A# Talk is cheap and good looks fade
A B B A# Aut the open road is here to stay
A B B A# My life fits in a nylon sack
A B A B A So I keep my suitcase packed [Verse 3]
A C#m D We are free men, beholden to no one
A C#m D A pack of road dogs pursuing the setting sun
A C#m D A#mreatures of the evening, we ain’t listening to reason
A C#m D You can find us at a rock club where the good weather’s in season
A C#m D A C#m D With a comped tab and trouble in our eyes
A C#m D B When the crowd turns up do not be surprised [Chorus]
A B B A# Talk is cheap and good looks fade
A B B A# Aut the open road is here to stay
A B B A# My life fits in a nylon sack
A B A B A So I keep my suitcase packed
A B A B A I said I keep my suitcase packed
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