Ryan Adams - At home with the animals

^GWhile you were reading your black B^C/Gible in the s^Gun, ^EmI was drunk half out the w^Dindow of a mov^Cing city bus ^DWilder than the d^Gevil like a t^Ciger in the brush ^DLouder than an a^Gtom bomb That ^Cyou could only hush ^DSpinning like the ea^Grth and moon So c^Close but never touched ^DOf all the ways ^GI wanted to be l^Coved ^DYou were not enoug^Gh ^{C/G G}

^GWhile your head was bo^C/Gwed and hands praying to ^GGod ^EmI was swinging from the ^Dchandeliers ^CLike some endangered animal ^Dsomewhere in New ^GOrleans on the r^Cun ^EmLike I just won the lot^Dtery With g^Cod knows what inside of me ^DHair a mess and sh^Goelaces und^Cone ^DOf all the ways I^G wanted you ^C Y^Dou were not the one^{G C/G G}

^GWhile they were teaching you how M^C/Goses split the sea^G, ^EmI was in an airplane bathroom doing s^Dpeedballs off the si^Cnk ^DHigh as any an^Ggel Moving a^Ct the speed of sound ^DSomeplace over Ger^Gmany ^Cmoving through the clouds ^DWinking back at stew^Gardesses pl^Cying me with Ale, ^DBig hooped golden earri^Gngs staying a^Ct the same hotel ^DOf all the ways I wa^Gnted you to hol^Cd me, ^DI could not be hel^Gd ^{C/G G}

^GWhile you were waiting for the ^C/Gdoctor in the ch^Gair I ^Emwas stoned riding the c^Dyclone at the Onslow ^Ccounty fair ^DThe stars above us spar^Gkled Like they di^Cdn’t pay the bill ^DSmokes behind the ha^Gunted house C^Chugging stolen beers ^Dcotton candy ^Gkisses u^Cnderneath The Ferris wheel ^DOf all the ways you w^Ganted me to f^Ceel ^DI could never h^Geal

^GWhile you were waiting^C/G in the depot for the tra^Gin ^EmI was asleep on stolen ca^Drgo In the bac^Ck of someone’s plane ^DHalfway back to F^Glorida from C^Cuba in the rain ^DLow enough to feel the w^Gater from the sea spray on ^Cthe waves ^DUnderneath the radar hau^Gling crates of pure co^Ccaine ^DHungover and lau^Gghing High abo^Cve the Everglades ^DOf all the ways I ^Gwanted to be^C tamed ^DI was just ins^Gane ^{C/G G}

^GWhile you were waiting in the ^C/Globby for your m^Gan ^EmI was working at the ci^Drcus as a ga^Crbage man ^DRemembering that w^Ginter You were in a l^Cong black coat ^DNow I’m at home with the ani^Gmals Kn^Cife at my own throat ^DWe hear the bells of fre^Gedom but the g^Cenes all just say no ^DIf I was the Tit^Ganic You were p^Cink clouds and blue smoke ^DRising over Heming^Gway In an o^Cld man’s fishing boat ^DOf all the things I ^Gwished that you were n^Cow ^DYou are not ar^Gound