Fresh Out The Slammer

G D Em7 C9 Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you G D Em7 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to C9 (Fresh out the slammer, oh) G D Another summer taking cover, rolling thunder Em7 C9 He don't understand me G D Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter Em7 C9 He was with her in dreams G Gray and blue and fights and tunnels D Em7 Handcuffed to the spell I was under C9 For just one hour of sunshine G Years of labor, locks and ceilings D Em7 In the shade of how he was feeling C9 But it's gonna be alright, I did my time G D Em7 C9 Now pretty baby, I'm running back home to you G D. Em7 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to C9 (Fresh out the slammer, oh) G Camera flashes, welcome bashes D Em7 C9 Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge As I said G D In my letters, now that I know better Em7 C9 I will never lose my baby again G My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it D Watch me daily disappearing Em7 C9 For just one glimpse of his smile G All those nights you kept me going D Em7 Swirled you into all of my poems C9 Now we're at the starting line, I did my time G Em7 Now, pretty baby, I'm running C9 To the house where you still wait up, and that porch light G Gleams Em7 C9 To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams D And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway Em7 Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake C9 (- pausa) Here C9 At the park where we used to sit on children's swings D Wearing imaginary rings Em7 But it's gonna be alright C9 I did my time