C  Em  Am  Em  F  C  F  D  G 


[Verse 1] 
          C             Em            Am
Well, she wants to be a singer in the band,
            Em              F          C
may-be I'll give the girl a hand and a microphone,
F          D     G
looks like she's all alone.  
C               Em                  Am             Em
She can bring a friend though she's not my kind of friend.
             F          C            F  D   G
She keeps on staring me out with her    ole black 'n' blue 
C    Em   Am   Em   F   C   F   D   G
eyes


[Verse 2]
    C                Em              Am              Em
And I could take her dancin' just to give the girl a chance
          F           C             F         D  G  
and I was nev-er that good at being nice when I  should.
  C                     Em             Am                Em
I guess that she'll forgive me right before she tries to kill me
         F           C           F    D       G
'cause I sold her on yesterday's come-take-me-home-

C   E7  Am  C7  F      G
Eye Eye Eye Eye Eyes. 


[Verse 3]
    C                Em               Am                Em 
And I could take her waltzin' just so she could kick my head in,
     F          C               F       D  G
oh I do believe I was drunk and both of my heads had shrunk.
  C                  Em           Am            Em
I guess her name was Tina cause before I'd even seen her,
      F           C               F     D    G
I was lost in her what's yer name   Oh, just-get-me-fucked-

C   E7  Am  C7  F      G
Eye Eye Eye Eye Eyes.    Oh take-me-home-

C   E7  Am  C7  F      G
Eye Eye Eye Eye Eyes.    


[Chorus]
    C       Em         Am    Em       F
And Chelsea said she's got nowhere to go,
F                     C             G
And if she does she's getting there slow,
            C        Em           Am      Em       F
And I could help her out but I've got somewhere to be,
    F               C                 G            C 
And that's the very thing when you're dealing with me.


[Bridge]
C  Fm Fm Fm  C  G G G
C  Fm Fm Fm  C  G G G


C          F7
Young soul Dagger,
C             F7
Beggin' me to bag her,
C                F7
Filthy heart and swollen hips,
G
and she said "oh my dearest",
C       F7
I'm not pretty,
C          F7 
Isn't it a pity,
C                        F7   
that you won't kiss this rotten lips,
G
Oh take-me-home

C     E7     Am     C7     F          G
eyes.                                   Ole black n blue 

C     E7     Am     C7     F          G
eyes. 



[Chorus]
    C       Em         Am     Em     F
And Chelsea said she's got nowhere to go,
F                     C             G
And if she does she's getting there slow,
            C        Em           Am      Em       F
And I could help her out but I've got somewhere to be,
    F               C                 G            C 
And that's the very thing when you're dealing with me.