🎶 Fresh Out The Slammer

[Db]Now, pretty baby, I'm [D#]running back home to [A#]you
[Db]Fresh out the slammer, I [D#]know who my first call will be [A#]to (Fresh out the slammer, oh)
[Db]Another summer taking cover, [D#]rolling thunder he don't under[A#]stand me
[Db]Splintered back in winter, silent [D#]dinners, bitter he was with her [A#]in dreams

[Db]Gray and blue and fights and tunnels [D#]handcuffed to the spell I was under
[A#]For just one hour of sunshine
[Db]Years of labor, locks and ceilings [D#]in the shade of how he was feeling
[A#]But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

[Db]Now pretty baby, I'm [D#]running back home to [A#]you
[Db]Fresh out the slammer, I [D#]know who my first call will be [A#]to (Fresh out the slammer, oh)
[Db]Camera flashes, welcome bashes [D#]get the matches, toss the ashes [A#]off the ledge
As I said [Db]in my letters, now that I know [D#]better I will never lose my [A#]baby again

[Db]My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it [D#]watch me daily disappearing
[A#]For just one glimpse of his smile
[Db]All those nights you kept me going [D#]swirled you into all of my poems
[A#]Now we're at the starting line, I did my time

[A#]Now, pretty baby, I'm [Db]running
To the [A#]house where you still wait up, and that porch [Db]light gleams
To the [D#]one who says I'm the girl of his Ameri[A#]can dreams
And no [Db]matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway
Ain't no [A#]way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake
[Db]Here, at the [D#]park where we used to sit on chil[A#]dren's swings
Wea[Db]ring imaginary rings
[Db]But it's gonna be alright, I [D#]did my time [A#]⠀