Fresh Out The Slammer

G
Now, pretty baby
   Em                    C
I'm running back home to you
G                        Em                               C
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

(Fresh out the slammer, oh)

G                            Em
Another summer taking cover, rolling thunder
               C
He don't understand me
G.                                         Em
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter
               C
He was with her in dreams
G
Gray and blue, and fights and tunnels
Em
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
C
For just one hour of sunshine
G
Years of labor, locks and ceilings
Em
In the shade of how he was feeling
C
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

G
Now, pretty baby
     Em                   C
I'm running back home to you
G.                      Em                               C
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

(Fresh out the slammer, oh)

G
Camera flashes, welcome bashes
Em                                C
Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge
G                                           Em
As I said in my letters, now that I know better
                      C
I will never lose my baby again
G
My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it
Em
Watched me daily disappearing
C
For just one glimpse of his smile
G
All those nights you kept me goin'
Em
Swirled you into all of my poems
C
Now we're at the starting line, I did my time

G
Now, pretty baby
       Em
I'm runnin'

C
To the house where you still wait
                   G
Up and that porch light gleams (gleams)
                                             Em
To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams
  C
And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway
         G
Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up, now

That I know what's at stake here
     Em                                      C
At the park where we used to sit on children's swings
       G
Wearing imaginary rings
Em                           C
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time