Pink Floyd
Nobody Home
The Wall (1979)

(TV)  (- Shut up. All right. I've got a little black book with my poems in)

Am  Fmaj7  C  D7  d e F  Fm c a f  (piano)

           C (reste)                          c  d  (e)           w/ echo
I've got a little black book with my poems in
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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 keeping my shoes on
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Got those swollen hand blues
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Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from

           C                         w/ cordes
  I've got electric light
  C7
  And I've got second sight
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  I got amazing  powers of observation
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  And that is how I know
  Am                        a  g♯  (g)
  When I try to get through 
  C                        D
  On the telephone to you
  Fm6                C     F F C  F F
  There'll be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt

I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

  I've got wild staring eyes
  And I've got a strong urge to fly
  But I got nowhere to fly to (fly to, fly to, fly to)
  (Fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to)
  Ooooh babe
  When I pick up the phone (goodbye goodbye goodbye)
  There's still nobody home

           C
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
          E        E7 (reste)
And I got   fading roots

(TV)

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