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C  Em  Am  Em  F  C  F  D  G
C                        Em             Am
Well, she wants to be a singer in the band,
             Em              F          C
may-be I'll give the girl a hand and a microphone,
F           D     G
looks like she's all alone.  
C               Em                  Am             Em
She can bring a friend though she's not my kind of friend.
             F          C            F   D         G
She keeps on staring me out with her ole black 'n' blue eyes.
    C                Em               Am              Em
And I could take her danc-in' just to give the girl a chance
          F           C             F         D   G  
and I was nev-er that good at being nice when I should.
  C                     Em              Am                Em
I guess that she'll for-give me right before she tries to kill me
         F           C             F    D       G
'cause I sold her on yes-ter-day's come take me home
F   E7  Am  C7  F      G
Eye Eye Eye Eye Eyes. 
    C                Em               Am                Em 
And I could take her waltzin' just so she could kick my head in,
     F          C               F       D  G
oh I do believe I was drunk and both of my heads had shrunk.
C                    Em           Am             Em
I guess her name was Tina cause before I'd ev-en seen her,
      F           C               F   D       G
I was lost in her what's yer name Oh, take me home
F   E7  Am  C7  F      G
Eye Eye Eye Eye Eyes. 
[Chorus]
     C       Em         Am     Em     F
And Chelsea said she's got nowhere to go,
F                     C             G
And if she does she's getting there slow,
            C        Em           Am      Em       F
And I could help her out but I've got somewhere to be,
    F               C                 G            C 
And that's the very thing when you're dealing with me.
C* Fm  C*  G
C* Fm  C*  G
C*         F7
Young soul S*****r,
C*            F7
Beggin' me to bag her,
C*               F7
Filthy heart and swollen hips,
G
and she said "oh my dearest",
C*      F7
I'm not pretty,
C*         F7 
Isn't it a pity,
C*                       F7   
that you won't kiss this rotten lips,
G
Oh take me home
F     E7     Am     C7     F          G
eyes. 
Oh take me home
F     E7     Am     C7     F          G
eyes. 
[Chorus]
     C       Em         Am     Em     F
And Chelsea said she's got nowhere to go,
F                     C             G
And if she does she's getting there slow,