A C#m D [Verse 1]A C#m D I own a house that I don’t sleep inA C#m D Monday begins my weekendA C#m D A C#m D And bumper stickers mark where I have beenA C#m D Killing vans and selling t-shirtsA C#m D Is how I describe my workA C#m D A C#m D Along with romanticizing gluttony and sinA D C#mA D C#m [Verse 2]A C#m D I lead a pack of vagabondsA C#m D We’re singing folky reggae songsA C#m D A C#m D Smoking cigars that were gutted and refilledA C#m D Sleeping inside cheap motelsA C#m D Wondering what is that smellA C#m D A And if this life we love will one day get us killedC#m D I hope not!A D C#mA D C#m [Chorus]A B B A# Talk is cheap and good looks fadeA B B A# Aut the open road is here to stayA B B A# My life fits in a nylon sackA B A B A So I keep my suitcase packed [Verse 3]A C#m D We are free men, beholden to no oneA C#m D A pack of road dogs pursuing the setting sunA C#m D A#mreatures of the evening, we ain’t listening to reasonA C#m D You can find us at a rock club where the good weather’s in seasonA C#m D A C#m D With a comped tab and trouble in our eyesA C#m D B When the crowd turns up do not be surprised [Chorus]A B B A# Talk is cheap and good looks fadeA B B A# Aut the open road is here to stayA B B A# My life fits in a nylon sackA B A B A So I keep my suitcase packedA B A B A I said I keep my suitcase packed
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