Home Is Anywhere
Elvis CostelloVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Here comes Mr. Misery
He's tearin out his hair again
He's crying over her again
Standing in the supermarket
Shouting at the customers
Here comes Mr. Misery
With a mouthful of gold and blood
He's comtemplating murder again
He must be in love
*Chorus*
Well she knows she doesn't want you
But you can'tseem to get in your head
Oh and you can't sleep at night
As she haunts you in your bed
When your tired of talking
And you can't drink it down
So you hang around and drown instead
Home isn't where it used to be
Home is anywhere you hang your head
You hang your head, Home is anywhere
You hang your head, Home is anywhere
You hang your head, Home is anywhere
You hang your head
Here comes Mr. Misery
Lookin for a place for his mouth to shoot saying
You look cute in your birthday suit
You tore him out and screwed him up
like a bent page in a naughty picture book
The day ended as it began
except he was sicker and older than
The man he was this morning and
The world has wiped its mouth since then
or maybe it was yawning
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Readable chord sheet for Home Is Anywhere by Elvis Costello
Here comes Mr. Misery[D] [G] He's tearin out his [D]hair again [G] He's crying over [D]her again [G/A]Standing [G]in[Ab] the s[G]upermarket [Em]Shouting at the [A]customers [D]Here comes Mr. Misery [G] With a mouthful of [D]gold and blood He's [G/A]comtemp[G]la[Ab]ting m[G]urder again [Em]He must be in [A]love *Chorus* Well she [G]knows she doesn't [D]want you But you [F#]can'tseem to get in your [Bm]head [E]Oh and you can't [D]sleep at night As she [F#]haunts you in your [Bm]bed When your [D]tired of talking And you [A]can't drink it down So you [F#]hang around and drown [Bm]instead [G]Home isn't where it [D]used to be [G]Home is any[A]where [G]you [G]ha[F#]ng y[Em7]our h[D]ead You hang your [G]head, Home is anywhere You hang your [D]head, Home is anywhere You hang your [E]head, Home is anywhere [G] [G/f#] [Em7] [D] You hang your head Here comes Mr. Misery Lookin for a place for his mouth to shoot saying You look cute in your birthday suit You tore him out and screwed him up like a bent page in a naughty picture book The day ended as it began except he was sicker and older than The man he was this morning and The world has wiped its mouth since then or maybe it was yawning