Follow Robin Down

[Em]

[Em]If you're sad, feeling [C]low
and you've [G]got nowhere to [D]go.
You make [Em]mistakes, and you never [C]learn
now you've [G]got nowhere to [D]turn.

Don't be [Em]scared, i have a [C]plan,
i know a pl[G]ace, i know the[D] man.
Cowboy [Em]boots and back-catalogue,
White [C]Russians and a monologue,
put him [G]on, turn it up and rip him [D]off.
A hired[Em] guitar and no fixed abode,
a [C]howl and suspended chord,
broken [G]heart, a swinging door, the open [D]road.

When you're [Em]lost follow [C]Robin [D]down
to the d[Em]arkness where he [C]hangs [D]around.
[C]You can hear him [Em]sing his [D]songs
how he [C]bounced off women where it all [Em]went w[D]rong.
[C]Screaming at the screamers, [Em]holding up a [D]light
in the [C]darknes[D]s.

If you're ever stuck, in the middle of the night
you can't get out, you don't believe in light.
Well there is hope, like there is Hell,
like going home, like getting well.

Don't be scared, i have a plan,
i know a place, i know the man.

Cowboy boots and back-catalogue,
White Russians and a monologue,
put him on, turn it up and rip him off.
A hired guitar and no fixed abode,
a howl and suspended chord,
broken heart, a swinging door, the open road.

When you're lost follow Robin down
to the darkness where he hangs around.
You can hear him sing his songs
how he bounced off women where it all went wrong.
Screaming at the dreamers, holding up a light
in the darkness,
in the darkness.