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St. Christopher Is Coming Home

Frank Turner
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
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Monday morning,  comes a crawling in
 From another weekend choked with cigarettes and sin
 I've been busy, so much lately
 That every time I get some time to spend
 I end up drunk or sleeping in
 And I miss you, you're busy too
 We call each other up, when we're messed up
 And say we'll meet in the New Year
But  it's  perfectly clear we'll do no such thing, Come the spring
When  the  evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days
And I  am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay
When  my  wandering meanderings have finally reached their end
Yeah  whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends
Friday evening,  barely even begins
 Before my phone begins to ring with people asking where I am
 And I can't suppress a smile, we talk a while
 The chances are that I am far away and so I'm phased out of the plan
 And that's how I miss out, on another night
 The kind of night where nothing really happens
 Yeah but everything goes down
And  at the  end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone, When I'm in town
When  the  evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days
And I  am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay
When  my  wandering meanderings have finally reached their end
Yeah  whatever else maybe may my friends remember me
La  La La  La La  La

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Readable chord sheet for St. Christopher Is Coming Home by Frank Turner

[C] [F] [C] [G] | [C] [F] [G] | [C] [F] [C] [G] | [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] [C]/b|

[Am]Mon[F]da[C]y [Em]morning, comes a crawling in
From another weekend choked with cigarettes and sin
I've been busy, so much lately
That every time I get some time to spend
I end up drunk or sleeping in
And I miss you, you're busy too
We call each other up, when we're messed up
And say we'll meet in the New Year
[Am]But[F] i[C]t'[G]s perfectly clear we'll do no such thing, Come the spring

[G]Wh[C]en[F] t[C]he evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days
[G]An[C]d [F]I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay
[G]Wh[C]en[F] m[C]y wandering meanderings have finally reached their end
[G]Ye[C]ah[F] whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends

[C] [F] [C] [G]
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]

[Am]Fri[F]da[C]y [Em]evening, barely even begins
Before my phone begins to ring with people asking where I am
And I can't suppress a smile, we talk a while
The chances are that I am far away and so I'm phased out of the plan
And that's how I miss out, on another night
The kind of night where nothing really happens
Yeah but everything goes down
[Am]And[F] a[C]t [G]the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone, When I'm in town

[G]Wh[C]en[F] t[C]he evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days
[G]An[C]d [F]I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay
[G]Wh[C]en[F] m[C]y wandering meanderings have finally reached their end
[G]Ye[C]ah[F] whatever else maybe may my friends remember me

[C]La[F] L[C]a [G]La L[C]a [F]La[G] La [C]   [F]     [C]       [G]           [C]             [F]               [C]                 [G]                   [C]

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