Spirit Of The West Home For A Rest (ver 2) guitar tab

Home For A Rest (ver 2) by Spirit Of The West

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			HOME FOR A REST - Spirit of the West
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Tabbed by: David Antymis
Email:[email protected]

Regular Tuning


Strum the first Am chord (picking doesn't sound bad either). 

e|-------------------------0---1-3-----1-------|
B|--1--0-----1-3---1-3------(1)----1-----1-----|
G|--2----2-------0-----0-------------0-----2---|
D|--2------2-------------0-2-----------3-------|
A|--0----------2-------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------|

e|-3-1---1---------------0-3-------------------|
B|-----1---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|---------------------------------------------|

Played 3 times. 2nd and 3rd time with lyrics.

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

(Strumming)
Am		G	     C	       F
We arrived in December and London was cold 
C		 G 
We stayed in the bars 
F 
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 
F			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 
G 
I've been drunk since I left 
G 				C		G
These so called vacations, Will soon be my death 
C			F 
I'm so sick from the drink 
	G	     C		
I need home for a rest 


(Sometimes I play  F----CGC--- instead of G---C at the last line, not the same
but not bad. Too much solo tab write out...oh so lazy...you get the point.)


Euston Station the train journey North 
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth 
Past old crooked dikes through Yorkshire's green fields 
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

CHORUS

By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets 
Her 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

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

CHORUS



For the chorus it changes from "week" to "month" once in a while...you'll figure it out.