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"Always Going Home" - by John Gorka 1994 (from the CD "Out Of The Valley")

Standard tuning  

Intro:  D  A  G  A (repeat)

VERSE 1
D                 A
  He's never been far from trouble

G               A          D
  Trouble is as loyal as a dog

                 A 
He drinks in the muddy water
 
G         A                   D   
  And he sleeps in the hollow log

             A                
His troubles all have mirrors

G          A             D
  And they double up the size

             A
His problems all have patches

G          A            G    
  And they cover up his eyes


CHORUS:       244222
               F#m
It's like that old expression

G         D       A
All roads lead to Rome

G  
  You see he comes from trouble

A                       D    A  G  A
  And he's always going home


So he can't see for looking
He's become a lightning rod
He walks with the clouds of thunder
Which don't strike him now as odd

Accidents will happen
Much more frequently with him
He's never been far from trouble
Trouble is a trusted friend

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
                            466444
B                            G#m                    E
Addiction in the bloodstream, chasing fascination's choice
               244322
                F#                                B
Born of a desperation, there's a mean edge to his voice

                         G#m                         E 
As a snake he would have curves on both sides of the law

                          F#                            B    G#m  E  F#   G  A
As a rule he'll catch his prey and he's bound to eat it raw

D               A                G...
He's never been far from trouble 
He lives an inch from his demise
Pushes his luck right to the edge
Pulls the bull over your eyes

Money slips through his fingers
He owes everyone he knows
Still and all it's good to see him come
A little better when he goes

CHORUS