Written by Edgar Broughton
AmIf I came in to your city, hung up on a game Would you Ggive me your assistance. Though, you Amdidn't know my name AmThough, you didn't know my name AmThough, you didn't know my pain Would you Ggive me your assistance, Though, you Amdidn't know my name Am G D A E Am G D A E AmI woke up im Ghotel room DAnd felt the Aweather couldn't Etouch me AmHad a dream and a Gheart of doom, DIf I couldn't Ahope you wouldn't Etrust me AmInjured part is Gin my bed DAnd someone Asaid they shouldn't Etouch me AmCan the surgeon cut it Gfrom my head, DIf I couldn't Ahope, you wouldn't Etrust me Am G D A E Am G D A E AmIf I came in to your city, hung up on a game Would you Ggive me your assistance. Though, you Amdidn't know my name AmThough, you didn't know my name AmThough, you didn't know my name Would you Ggive me your assistance, Though, you Amcouldn't see me pain Am G D A E Am G D A E AmDon't want to wake up Gfar away, DTo hear them Asay: "We fEound him" AmWould I see there's Gmore to me, DThan the Ashape I walk arEround him Old men, young men, tired and worn men, ARaise your soul in the center of Elife Old men, young men, tired and worn men, ARaise your soul in the center of Elife ARaise your soul in the center of Elife