C
Leave my suitcase by the car I'll bring it in in the mornin'
G                    C               F
Stack my guitar case just inside the door
Dm
Pet the dog too tired to wag his tail
                                    G
Check the mail and walk on down the hallway
                          C
I've got to fix these old floor boards
                   G               Am
Wash up at the sink, glance in the mirror
            G                  F                  Em             Dm
Who is that man who ain't been here in three long weeks or maybe more?
         G
All this gettin' off the road has got me ragged to the bone and coming home
                            C
There ain't no homecoming party

Pop a yellow pill, the kind for sleepin' through
                                                          F
The sound of wakin' children when the daylight starts to show
         Dm
And it's silent up the carpet stairs and peek into the nursery
          G                                  C
Where the little ones are dreamin' sweet and low
                                         Am
I can hear 'em cryin', "daddy where you been?
            C               F                      C        Dm
And did you bring me back a present from a distant sunny shore?"
         G
All this gettin' off the road has got me ragged to the bone and coming home
                            C
There ain't no homecoming party
        Am                  F
Oh it's 10, 000 places and 20, 000 faces
     G                                C
And half a million miles I'm bound to row
        Am                     F
And I'm weary and wasted, and all that I can taste is
    Dm                              G  G7
One lonesome tear on the tip of my tongue
C                                                                     F
She must've left the light on I'll just slip into the bed and let it burn
Dm
And when our bodies touch I'l pull away and not disturb her
        G                               C
Even though I long for love so much it hurts
                                Am
And maybe we won't argue in the mornin'
         C                F             C           Dm7   Dm
We'll be makin' love and just let that old calendar turn
        G                                                              G7
All this gettin' off the road has got me ragged to the bone and coming home
                   G     C
Sure ain't no homecoming party