Come Back To Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard
John PrineVersion1
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The last time that I saw her
She was standing in the rain
With her overcoat under her arm
Leaning on a horsehead cane
She said Carl, take all the money
She called everybody Carl
My spirit's broke
My mind's a joke
And getting up's real hard
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your back yard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard
(Repeat Intro)
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying quayludes on the phone
Hey, you talk about A paper route
She's a shut in without a home
God save her, please She's nailed her knees
To some drugstore parking lot
Hey, Mr. Brown Turn the volume down
I believe this evening's shot
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Intro)
Can't you picture her next Thursday?
Can you picture her at all?
In the Hotel Boulderado
At the dark end of the hall
I gotta shake myself and wonder
Why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials
We'd all be on T.V.
(Repeat Chorus)
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Readable chord sheet for Come Back To Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard by John Prine
[F] [C] [G] [C] The [C]last time that I saw her She was [F]standing in the [D7]rain With her [G]overcoat under her arm Leaning on a horsehead [C]cane She said [C]Carl, take all the money She called [F]everybody [D7]Carl My [G]spirit's broke My mind's a joke And getting up's real [C]hard Don't you [F]know her when you see her? She grew [C]up in your back yard Come back [F]to us Barbara [C]Lewis Hare [G]Krishna Beaure[C]gard (Repeat Intro) Selling [C]bibles at the airports Buying [F]quayludes on the [D7]phone Hey, you [G]talk about A paper route She's a shut in without a [C]home God [C]save her, please She's nailed her knees To some [F]drugstore parking [D]lot Hey, [G]Mr. Brown Turn the volume down I believe this evening's [C]shot (Repeat Chorus) (Repeat Intro) Can't you[C] picture her next Thursday? Can you [F]picture her at [D7]all? In the [G]Hotel Boulderado At the dark end of the [C]hall I gotta [C]shake myself and wonder Why she [F]even bothers [D]me For if [G]heartaches were commercials We'd all be on [C]T.V. (Repeat Chorus)