My [F]dearest Miss Patsy, I?m writing to say
That I?m [Bb]sorry to not be in touch
It?s been [F]quite a parade, but my thoughts never strayed
Too [Bb]far, or too long, or too m[C]uch
Chorus:
[C]Miss Patsy, for[F]give all the [C]choices I [F]made
I?ve been [Gm]fighting [F]shadows on the [Bb]wrong crusade
[C]Looking for [F]ghosts in a [C]penny ar[F]cade
Miss [Bb]Patsy, no more will I [C]roam
Miss [Gm]Patsy, won?t you [D#]carry me [F]home
They held me to ransom back there in the foothills
And nobody stumped up a bean
Not Swifty, nor Eddie, came up with the ready
It can make you think people plain mean
Chorus
I?ve been hanging out with some virtuous people
They emptied my bank account twice
They gave me self-confidence, even some clothes
And a truckload of love and advice
When they gave out the cyanide pills with a wink
And said, Wait for the word, any day now, we think
I knew it was time to pull back from the brink
Miss Patsy, no more will I roam
Miss Patsy, won?t you carry me home
Miss Patsy, I looked at myself in the mirror
Decided I needed some work
Got me a nose job, a shave and a haircut
To drive all them ladies berserk
But the arm round my waist was a man in dark blue
He said, Ain?t you him? We?ve been looking for you
Now I?m sharing a cell with a holy kung fu
Miss Patsy, no more will I roam
Miss Patsy, won?t you carry me home
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
That I?m [Bb]sorry to not be in touch
It?s been [F]quite a parade, but my thoughts never strayed
Too [Bb]far, or too long, or too m[C]uch
Chorus:
[C]Miss Patsy, for[F]give all the [C]choices I [F]made
I?ve been [Gm]fighting [F]shadows on the [Bb]wrong crusade
[C]Looking for [F]ghosts in a [C]penny ar[F]cade
Miss [Bb]Patsy, no more will I [C]roam
Miss [Gm]Patsy, won?t you [D#]carry me [F]home
They held me to ransom back there in the foothills
And nobody stumped up a bean
Not Swifty, nor Eddie, came up with the ready
It can make you think people plain mean
Chorus
I?ve been hanging out with some virtuous people
They emptied my bank account twice
They gave me self-confidence, even some clothes
And a truckload of love and advice
When they gave out the cyanide pills with a wink
And said, Wait for the word, any day now, we think
I knew it was time to pull back from the brink
Miss Patsy, no more will I roam
Miss Patsy, won?t you carry me home
Miss Patsy, I looked at myself in the mirror
Decided I needed some work
Got me a nose job, a shave and a haircut
To drive all them ladies berserk
But the arm round my waist was a man in dark blue
He said, Ain?t you him? We?ve been looking for you
Now I?m sharing a cell with a holy kung fu
Miss Patsy, no more will I roam
Miss Patsy, won?t you carry me home
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com