NOBODY HOME 
 
 
              C 
  I've got a little black book with my poems in, 
         E 
  got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in; 
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  when I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in. 
 
 
          C 
  I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on, 
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  got those swollen hand blues, 
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  I've got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from. 
 
           
 
  I've got electric light, 
C7   
  and I've got second sight, 
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  got amazing powers of observation. 
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  and that is how I know 
Am   
  when I try to get through 
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  on the telephone to you 
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  there'll be nobody home. 
           
 
                  C 
  I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm 
            E 
  and the inevitable pinhole burns 
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  all down the front of my favorite satin shirt. 
 
 
            C 
  I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. 
              E  
  I've got a silver spoon on a chain. 
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  Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. 
 
           
 
  I've got wild staring eyes, 
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  I've got a strong urge to fly, 
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  But I've got nowhere to fly to. 
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  Ooooh, babe, when I pick up the phone 
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  there's still nobody home. 
           
 
              C 
  I've got a pair of Gohills boots 
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  and I got fading roots.