---------------------------------------------------------------------------- HOME FOR A REST - Spirit of the West ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: David Antymis Email:daveant99@hotmail.com Regular Tuning Strum the first Am chord (picking doesn't sound bad either). e|-------------------------0---1-3-----1-------| B|--1--0-----1-3---1-3------(1)----1-----1-----| G|--2----2-------0-----0-------------0-----2---| D|--2------2-------------0-2-----------3-------| A|--0----------2-------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------| e|-3-1---1---------------0-3-------------------| B|-----1---1---3-1---3-------3---1---1---1---1-| G|-----------0-----0---0-------0---2---0---0-0-| D|-------2-----------------------3---2---0-----| A|-------------------2-----------------------3-| E|---------------------------------------------| Played 3 times. 2nd and 3rd time with lyrics. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month I've been drunk since I left These so called vacations Will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest (Strumming) Am G C F We arrived in December and London was cold C G We stayed in the bars F Along Charing Cross Road Am G C F We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak C G Kept the shine on the bar F G With the sleeves of our coats Chorus: G C G You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best C F I've been gone for a week G I've been drunk since I left G C G These so called vacations, Will soon be my death C F I'm so sick from the drink G C I need home for a rest (Sometimes I play F----CGC--- instead of G---C at the last line, not the same but not bad. Too much solo tab write out...oh so lazy...you get the point.) Euston Station the train journey North In the buffet car we lurched back and forth Past old crooked dikes through Yorkshire's green fields We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled CHORUS By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets Her rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down Then walk us on home and deny us a round CHORUS The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb The spirits we drank, now ghosts in the room I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon CHORUS For the chorus it changes from "week" to "month" once in a while...you'll figure it out.