House Of Pain

	  		         C 
It's a little past supper time 
G 
I'm still out on the porch step 
            Am			     F 
Sittin' on my behind, waiting for you. 
    C 
Wondering if everything was all right? 
  G 
Momma said, "Come in boy don't waste your time." 
         Am			           F 
I said, "I got time. Well he'll be here soon." 

      G                    Am          F 
I was five years old and talkin to myself 


 
       G		    Am 
     Where were you? Where'd ya go? 
                      F 
     Daddy can't you tell? 
     C 
     I'm not tryin' to fake it, 
           F 
     and I ain't the one to blame. 
                    Am 
     No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     In my house of pain. 
     C 
     I didn't write these pages and 
           F 
     my scripts been re-arranged. 
                 Am 
     No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     in my house of pain. 
                 Am 
     No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     in my house of pain. 


  C 
Wasn't I worth the time? 
  G 
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime 
    Am				   F 
And all the time I looked up to you. 
             C 
I paced my room a million times. 
      G 
And all I ever got was one big line 
      Am 		      F 
The same old lie. How could you? 

G                       Am        F 
I was eighteen, still talkin' to myself. 

 
     Am               G 
     Where were you? Where'd you go? 
                     F 
     Daddy can't ya tell? 
     
     C 
     I'm not tryin' to fake it, 
           F 
     and I ain't the one to blame. 
                    Am 
     No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     In my house of pain. 
     C 
     I didn't write these pages and 
           F 
     my scripts been re-arranged. 
                 Am 
      No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     in my house of pain. 
                 Am 
     No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     in my house of pain. 


G                       Am        F 
I was eighteen, still talkin' to myself. 


         Am                  G 
     Oh, Where were you? Oh, Where'd you go? 
                     F 
     Daddy can't ya tell? 
     
     C 
     I'm not tryin' to fake it, 
           F 
     and I ain't the one to blame. 
                    Am 
     No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     In my house of pain. 
        C 
     So I didn't write these pages and 
           F 
     my scripts been re-arranged. 
                 Am 
     No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     in my house of pain. 
                 Am 
     No, there's no one home 
     G               F 
     in my house of pain.