John Gorka – Always Going Home (Guitar)

                G                 F
He's never been far from trouble

              G          C
Trouble is as loyal as a dog

                 G            F
He drinks in the muddy water

       G                    C
And he sleeps in the hollow log

             G                 F
His troubles all have mirrors

         G             C
And they double up the size

             G                 F
His problems all have patches

         G            F
And they cover up his eyes

               Em     Am
It's like that old expression

F         C       G      F
All roads lead to Rome

                               G
You see he comes from trouble

                     C     G  F
And he's always going home

                 C      G  F  C
He's always going home

             G                 F
So, he can't see for looking

       G                C
He's become a lightning rod

                  G                  F
He walks with the clouds of thunder

            G                 C
Which don't strike him now as odd

    G                  F
Accidents will happen

          G               C
Much more frequently with him

                G                 F
He's never been far from trouble

             G       F
Trouble is a trusted friend

               Em     Am
It's like that old expression

F         C       G      F
All roads lead to Rome

                               G
You see he comes from trouble

                     C     G  F
And he's always going home

                 C      G  F  C  A
He's always going home

                             F#m
Addiction in the bloodstream

                      D
Chasing fascination's choice

                E  
Born of a desperation

                           A
There's a mean edge to his voice

                          F#m
As a snake, he would have curves

                     D
On both sides of the law

                          E  
As a rule he'll catch his prey

                        A     F#m  D  E  F  G  C
And he's bound to eat it raw,      raw

                G                 F
He's never been far from trouble

            G               C
He lives an inch from his demise

           G                 F
Pushes his luck right to the edge

          G              C
Pulls the bull over your eyes

            G                    F
Money slips through his fingers

        G           C
He owes everyone he knows

                    G               F
Still and all, it's good to see him come

          G             F
A little better when he goes

               Em     Am
It's like that old expression

F         C       G      F
All roads lead to Rome

                               G
You see he comes from trouble

                     C     G  F
And he's always going home

     G           C      G  F  
He's always going home

                 C      G  F  
He's always going home

     G           C      G  F 
He's always going home