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C
It's a little past supper time
Em Am
I'm still out on the porch step sittin' on my behind,
F
Waiting for you.
C
Wondrin' if everything's alright,
Em
Moma said,"Come in boy, don't waste your time,"
Am F
I said,"I've got time. Well he'll be here soon."
G Am F
Five years old and talkin' to myself.
C Am G F
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't you tell?
Chorus
C F
I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame.
Am G F
No, there's no one home in my house of pain.
C F
I didn't write these pages and my script's been re-arranged.
Am G F
No, there's no one home in my house of pain.
Am G F
No, there's no one home in my house of pain
C
Wasn't I worth the time?
Em Am
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time,
F
I looked up to you.
C
I paced my room a million times.
Em Am
And all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie.
F
How could you?
G Am F
Well I was eighteen and still talkin' to myself.
C Am G F
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't ya tell?
Chorus
Am G F (4x)
Chorus (2x)
repeat last line of chorus (2x)
Outro
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