C          G
Here I am, where I've been
              Am                F
I've walked a hundered miles in tobacco skin
       F           G        Am       
And my clothes are worn and gritty
    F      G  Am
And I know ugliness
    C       G         C
Now show me something pretty

        C                  G
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
    Am                  F
And too much weight for walking shoes 
             F         G     Am       
I could have died from being boring
F      G   Am
As for loneliness
    C         G     C
She greets me every morning


CHORUS(x2):
       C          G
At the most I'm a glare
        Am                 F
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there
        Am               F
I'm the open sign that's always busted 
        C                    G                 F               G
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted


C          G
Here I am, where I've been
              Am                F
I've walked a hundered miles in tobacco skin
       F           G        Am       
And my clothes are worn and gritty
    F      G  Am
And I know ugliness
    C       G         C
Now show me something pretty