Strays

	  		
Capo on 7 


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I’ve been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you… 
      F            Am G C 
Too prove to you I do 
                    F 
It shouldn’t be to hard to write 
            Am                        G               C 
I’ll just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha 
             F                      Am                       G 
You were stranded on Jackson with a bus fare to who know’s where 
            C                    F 
I took you in, right, then and there 
     Am       G         C 
And life took on a new form 
          F 
No more stayin out all night 
          Am                      G                     C 
No more killin ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright 
          Am                              G       C   G  C 
No more sleepin with strangers and those awkward goodbyes 


I never had much family, never had too many friends 
Then you came wandering through 
Pompously I took you for granted 
That’s why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you 
I’ll sing about those Denver mornings you’d wake up 
bawlin bout a long lost kid 
Your maternal instincts, were kickin in 
As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks 
You brought home a dog you found in the alley 
You said "can we keep her?" I said "well, what kind of man would I be?" 
So you bought her a collar, and you called her your family 

Writers are selfish, writers are egotists 
I’m afraid I’m as bad as it gets 
I keep forgettin to sensor the truth 
That’s why I better write some kinda love song for you 
Drivin cross country in a U-Haul, on the hunt for our new home 
High a top Eagle Rock, we found a house with a big back yard 
So we picked up another mutt, from the Crenshaw Pound 
Sippin coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn 
I’m sorry I’ve had my doubts… 
Were a family of strays but together we’ve been found 
Were a family of stray’s but together we’ve been found