Home to Roost

Words and Music © 2009 by Howard Ashby Kranz

     Em                Am       Em                                                 

1. I thought that I had got away with this;

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it’s not stolen land; they never had a deed

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I took all their money; now they love me, cause I’m rich

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And respect me cause I fill some of their needs

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Chorus: Home to roost, home to roost, all my unacknowledged truths

               Am               B7                       Em                      

All my unsupported troops gather like chickens.

             Am                           B7                Em                      C

All the wrong things I have been, all the truths I’ve had to spin

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And especially those sins of oh-oh-mission. 

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2. Money is magic, as long as you keep spending

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It goes round and round and then it comes back home

Em                    Am         Em                                                 

It gives and it gives, in a circle never ending

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At least until someone calls in the loan

                               Am                  B7                Em                      C

Chorus: Home to roost, home to roost, all my unacknowledged truths

               Am               B7                       Em                      

All my unsupported troops gather like chickens.

             Am                    B7              Em                 C

All the dreams left out to rust, all the underfunded trusts

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all the promises gone bust, the sad ambitions. 

     Em                         Am               Em                                                 

3. I’m turning over a new leaf at this time

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I will free my slaves and pay the current wage

Em                Am                      Em                                                 

Bygones are bygones; starting now I’m color-blind,

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There’s no reason for you to feel any rage.  Chorus