C I've got a little black book with my poems in. E Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in. F C F When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in. F C I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. E E7 Got those swollen hand blues. F C Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from. Chorus: C I've got electric light. C7 And I've got second sight. F Fm C E7 Am D7/F# G And amazing powers of observation. E7 And that is how I know Am When I try to get through C D/F# On the telephone to you Fm6 C F C F There'll be nobody home. I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm And the inevitable pinhole burns All down the front of my favourite satin shirt I've got nicotine stains on my fingers I've got a silver spoon on a chain I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains Chorus: I've got wild staring eyes And I've got a strong urge to fly But I've got nowhere to fly to Ooh, babe, when I pick up the phone There's still nobody home F C I've got a pair of Gohills boots E and I got fading roots. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C C7 D D7 E E7 F Fm F# Fm6 G |