A
Now, pretty baby
E Bm D
I'm running back home to you
A
Fresh out the slammer
E
I know who my first call will be to
D
(Fresh out the slammer, oh)
A E
Another summer taking cover, rolling thunder
Bm D
He don't understand me
A E
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners
Bm D
Bitter he was with her in dreams
A
Gray and blue, and fights and tunnels
E
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
Bm D
For just one hour of sunshine
A
Years of labor, locks and ceilings
E
In the shade of how he was feeling
Bm D
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
A
Now, pretty baby
E Bm D
I'm running back home to you
A
Fresh out the slammer
E Bm
I know who my first call will be to
D
(Fresh out the slammer, oh)
A
Camera flashes, welcome bashes
E
Get the matches
Bm D
Toss the ashes off the ledge
A
As I said in my letters
E
Now that I know better
Bm D
I will never lose my baby again
A
My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it