Tom: C
Introdução:
Am G C F
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
C G
I've been gone for a month
C
I've been drunk since I left
Am G
These so called vacations
C F
Will soon be my death
C G
I'm so sick from the drink
C
I need home for a rest ...
Am G C F
We arrived in December and London was cold
C G
So we stayed in the bars
C G
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
C G
With the sleeves of our coats
G C G
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
C F
I've been gone for a week
C G
I've been drunk since I left
G
These so-called vacations
C G
Will soon be my death
C F
I'm so sick from the drink
G C
I need home for a rest ...
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