Beyond Where The Last Buses Run

	  		Intro 

D G D D 

A G D D 

verse 1 

        D   G                       D      
Well my shoes are crumbling from my feet  
            A    G                         D  
Still I can choose to embrace victory or defeat  
              D    G                           Bm  
It's just I'm scared I must have done somebody wrong  
             A                G 
Still I'm prepared to pay the price  
                           D 
In another life as another someone  


          G                 D  
Cause I'm here and then I'm gone  
      A                   Bm            
But I wont to be gone for long   
            G                                         D   
It's just I live a little beyond where the last buses run  


verse 2 

        D     G                       D      
Little children always seem afraid of me  
                  A     
I never done them wrong 
          G                        D  
Nor their parents, as far as I can see  

            D                G                 
I know it's true I ain't too cool 
                        Bm  
I kinda dress down like tramp  
            A             G  
No, it's no excuse not to bathe 
                           D  
I know that I smell pretty bad 

 

         G             D        
Well I'm always out of line  
        A                Bm   
But I'm just my mother's son 
      G                                         D  
And I live a little beyond where the last buses run  


verse 3 

         D    G               D                         
And it's true   I never had a job  
       A  G                           D 
Unlike you there's no one I have ever robbed 
      D G                             Bm               
I'm a man though they treat me like a dog 
             A             G                     D          
I can't understand what it is they are so afraid of 
 

        G               D                 
For I'd love to be with you  
       A              Bm  
But it just cannot be done  
      G                                         D 
For I live a little beyond where the last buses run  


Interlude 

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verse 4 

         D G                D      
Well the sun is water in my eye 
       A            G                            D   
And my blues are as blue as the cloudless summer sky 
         D  G                     Bm  
And if I knew what tomorrow might bring 
                A            G                D       
I might throw a noose over a beam & there I'd swing  

             D G                  Bm            
But it ain't mee and even cliches disappear 
              A          G                                D    
I can bare my teeth even while I'm living on the verge of tears  
    D   G                                  Bm  
For today there's too much sunshine in the sky  
                   A                       G                     
And these tears of grief could be tears of joy 
              D  
Welling in my eye for the 

    G             D             A           Bm   
The end is coming soon but it's only just begun 
        G                                         D  
Where I live a little beyond where the last buses run 
         G               D   
Well I'm crank and I'm a crack pot 
      A                    Bm  
But I ain't a bad son of a gun 
            G                                         D  
It's just I live a little beyond where the last buses run