Loudon Wainwright III – The Home Streatch (Guitar)

E
If the day off doesn't get you

G
Then the bad reviewer does.

A
At least you've been a has-been

E
And not just a never-was

D
And you know it's not a mountain

Em
But no mole hill is this big.

D
And you promise to quit drinking

Em
As you light another cig.

E
Once again you're in the home stretch

G
But you're not sure where you live.

A
You recall a small apartment

E
And a government that you give

D
Large amounts of money to

Em
So you're allowed to stay

D
And rest until you're well enough

Em
To leave again and play.

E
You are making human contact

G
With the postcards that you send

A
To the children of your ex-wifes

Em
And a woman, your girlfriend.

D
Who is living in a city

Em
Thousands of miles away

D
That is full of young male models,

Em
Not all of whom are gay.

Em
In the meanwhile you've stopped writing songs,

G
There's nothing left to say.

A
You'd like to get your old job back

                E
And mow lawns again one day.

D
But your lifting up your left leg

Em
Sticking out your tongue.

D
There's nothing else that you can do

Em
And you're too old to die young!

E
Too many beds, too many towns,

G
Not much to declare zones.

A                               E
London broils and Tuna Melts on dirty microphones.

D
While the sound man's falling fast asleep,

Em
The light man's been up for days,

D
The club owner and arithmetic

Em
Have long since parted ways.

Em
As for the lovely audience,

G
Tonight they're rather cold.

A
But they're prepared to listen,

E
All they have to be is told.

D
If the day off doesn't get you

Em
Then the bad reviewer does.

D
At least you've been a has-been

Em
And not just a never-was.