Still Not Home

	  		Intro: C 

                                F 
Jesus at the table in the early morn' 
                                     C 
"Dad, I've been thinking I got to get born 
                                            F 
Got to mean something heavy to somebody somewhere 
                                       C 
I don't know who I am, but I can't stay here" 


         G                                     C 
I didn't mean to stand up, I didn't mean to daydream 
  G                                C 
I didn't want to hear it calling my name 
F                             C 
Regular life don't suit me at all 
      G                    F         C 
Oh, I gotta get going, I'm still not home 
      G                   F         C 
Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home 


                                         F 
Robert Johnson was trembling, calling for help 
                                       C 
At the edge of the field talking to himself 
                                        F 
Not a woman, not a dollar, not even his soul 
                                          C 
Feels as good in his hands as that old guitar 


         G                            C 
He say, "Nobody sees how desperate I'm torn 
  G                                   C 
I feel like I'm crazy the way that I'm going 
      F                                     C 
Don't know if it's from up high or way down low 
      G                   F         C 
Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home 
       G                       F         C 
Hey, I gotta get going and I'm still not home 


Bridge: 
              F                 C 
You know that ache's grown so familiar 
         F                             C 
How many times I got to shoo it from my door 
            F                            C 
Putting the shine on the far side of the river 
    G 
Oh, come round to bruise me up a little bit more 
                                            C 
Come round to bruise me up just a little bit more 


Instrumental: C    F    C    F    C   


                                         F 
One day I'm gonna light like a season of green 
                                          C 
And my heart is gonna run like a flying machine 
                                          F 
Lipstick and a nickel in the pocket of my coat 
                                      C 
And I won't even care if I never come back 


G                                     C 
All the windows open and the wind like wheels 
G                                  C 
Nobody can tell you the way that it feels 
        F                                        C 
Oh, but lord, if you could see the way I'm gonna soar 
      G                    F         C 
Oh, I gotta get going, I'm still not home 
      G                  F         C 
Oh, I best be going, I'm still not home 
      G                   F        C 
Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home 
      G                    F        C 
Oh, I gotta get going, I'm still not home