标题:Home For A Rest
艺人:Spirit Of The West
作词:Kelly, Mann, McMillan, McRae
作曲:Kelly, Mann
制谱人:folk and roll
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 vaca tions Will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest We arrived in December and London was c old We stayed in the bars Along Charing Cross Road We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak Kept the shine on the ba r With the sleeves of our coats CHORUS: You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week 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 res t Euston Station the train journey North In the buffet car we lurched back and forth Past old crooked dikes through Yor kshire's green fields We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled CHORUS By the light of the moon, she'd dr ift 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
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 100
和弦:Am G full C F F \C
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
We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross road
We never saw nothin', but brass taps and oak
kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home!
Euston station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance
As the train jigged and reeled
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home!
By the light of the moon she's drift through the streets
A 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
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
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home!
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, c'mon sleep take me soon
Don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon
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
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home!!!!