Some Kind of Fool Ian Tyson 1. [A]Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones, And I''ve[D] sung every song about bein'' alone, So [A]Honey, please be there when I ge[E]t home. [E]Well the [A]tourists have all given up for [A7]the night, There''s[D] coyotes howlin'' on my left and my right, And I [A]must be some kind[E]a fool to leave y[A]ou alone. 2.[A]The wind''s growin'' colder and I''m caught by t[A7]he throat, And my [D]car top''s flappin'' like a pensioner''s coat. Oh, [A]honey, pleas (allcountrytabs.com)
