Вступление
1. SOME KIND OF FOOL Words & Music by IAN TYSON
[6 string – tune to pitch]
1. Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
I’ve sung every song about bein’ alone
So, honey, please be there when I get home
Well, the tourists have all given up for the night
Coyotes howlin’ to my left and my right
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
2. The wind’s growin’ colder, I’m caught by the throat
And my car-top’s flappin’ like a pensioner’s coat
Oh and honey, please be there when I get home
My friends are on the pogey and I’m on the pills
I’m hooked on a white line runnin’ up to the hills
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
A…/D…/A…/E…/A…
La la (etc.)