(capoed at the first fret)
G Cmaj7
I lit my purest candle close to my
G Cmaj7Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
Am C GAnd I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came I felt him drawing near
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door, and jeer
And I waited in my fleeting house
D C Em Cmaj7
"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
D C Em Cmaj7"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
Am C GAnd he stood before me in my fleeting house
"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;
I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"
And he walked away from my fleeting house
"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;
"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;
"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;
And he walked away from my fleeting house
Outro:
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