SPIRIT OF THE WEST - "home for a rest" Tablature

From: 4kjm1@qlink.queensu.ca (Moore Kevin J)

Here's what I got out of this little drinking song from Spirit of the West

HOME FOR A REST
Written by Kelly/Mann


INTRO: - played with quick even notes

Am G C F

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b|--1-----0-1----3-----1-3----|----1-------1----1-------1---|
g|----2-------0----0-------0--|------0------------2---------|
d|------2------------0--------|--2------------3-------------|
a|--0------------2------------|-----------------------------|
e|----------------------------|-----------------------------|

C G C

e|--0----------------0-3------|-----------------------------|
b|----1---3-1----3-------3----|--1---1---1----1-------------|
g|------0-----0----0-------0--|----2---0---0--0-------------|
d|--2-------------------------|--3---2---0------------------|
a|---------------2------------|---------------3-------------|
e|----------------------------|-----------------------------|


This Intro is played once then along with the chorus

Am G C F
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
C G
I've been gone for a month
C
I've been drunk since I left
Am G
These so called vacations
C F
Will soon be my death
C G
I'm so sick from the drink
C
I need home for a rest ...


Then it breaks into a verse with fast paced chords:

Am G C F
We arrived in December and London was cold
C G
So we stayed in the bars
C G
Along Charing Cross Road
Am G C F
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
C G
Kept the shine on the bar
C G
With the sleeves of our coats

Chorus:
G C G
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
C F
I've been gone for a week
C G
I've been drunk since I left
G
These so-called vacations
C G
Will soon be my death
C F
I'm so sick from the drink
G C
I need home for a rest ...

Verse #2
Euston Station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dykes
Through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance
As the train jigged and reeled

Chorus

Verse #3
By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

Chorus

Verse #4
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
And the spirits we drank like a ghost in the room
I'm knackered again, come on please take me soon
And don't lift up my head
'till the twelve bells at noon

Chorus


KM