Pink Floyd - Nobody home

^CI've got a little black book with my poems in. ^EGot a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in. ^FWhen I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone ^Cin.^{F C C}I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. ^EGot those swollen ^E7hand blues. ^FGot thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to cho^Cose from.

^CI've got electric light. ^C7And I've got second sight. And a^Fmazing po^Fmwers of observatio^Cn. ^{E7 Am D7 G E7}And that is how I know ^AmWhen I try to get through ^COn the telephone to you ^{D Fm6} There'll be nobody ho^Cme. ^{F C}

^CI've got the obligatory Hendrix perm. ^EAnd the inevitable pi^E7nhole burns ^FAll down the front of my favourite satin s^Chirt. ^{F C C}I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. ^EI've got a silver spoon on a chain. ^FI've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal re^Cmains. ^CI've got wild staring eyes. ^C7And I've got a strong urge to fly. ^{F Fm}But I got nowhere to f^Cly to. ^AmOoooh, Babe^C when I pick up the phone ^{D Fm6} There's still nobody ho^Cme. ^{F C F C C}I've got a pair of Gohills boots E E7 (let it ring) and I got fading roots.