Intro:
Amaj7                                       Dmaj7
 Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you
 Amaj7                                                   Dmaj7
 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
 Amaj7
 Fresh out the slammer

Verse 1:
  Amaj7
 Another summer taking cover
 Gbm7                           Dmaj7        A
 Rolling thunder, he don't understand me
 Amaj7                             Gbm7                           Dmaj7      A
 Splintered back in winter, silent dinner, bitter he was with her in dreams
 Amaj7
 Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels
 Gbm7
 Handcuffed to the spell I was under
Dmaj7                 A
 For just one hour of sunshine
 Amaj7
 Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
 Gbm7
 In the shade of how he was feeling
Dmaj7                      A
 It's gonna be alright, I did my time

Chorus:
 Amaj7                                      Dmaj7
 Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you
 Amaj7                                                   Dmaj7
 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
 Amaj7
 Fresh out the slammer

Verse 2:
 Amaj7
 Camera flashes, welcome bashes
 Gbm7                            Dmaj7              A
 Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge
           Amaj7                         Gbm7
 As I said in my letters now that I know better
                      Dmaj7          A
 I will never lose my baby again
 Amaj7
 My friends tried but I wouldn't hear it
 Gbm7
 Watched me daily disappearing
Dmaj7                    A
 For just one glimpse of his smile
 Amaj7
 All those nights he kept me going
 Gbm7
 Squirreled you into all of my poems
Dmaj7                              A
 Now we're at the starting line, I did my time

Chorus:
 Amaj7                 Gbm7           Dmaj7
 Now, pretty baby, I'm running to the house we still wait up in
             A
 That porch light gleams
        Amaj7                                  Gbm7
 To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams
        Dmaj7
 And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway
          A                                                Amaj7
 Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake
 Amaj7       Gbm7                           Dmaj7
 Here at the park where we used to sit on children's swings
        A                Amaj7  Gbm7
 Wearing imaginary rings
                              Dmaj7        A
 But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
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