F#m A Maybe time has wrought some changes F#m A Maybe I remember wrong F#m A It stands to reason I've grown softer F#m A I was married for so long D Bm I took a chill late last April D Bm Lost thirty pounds by mid July D Bm Not that the old place was the answer F#m A Just one last thing that I could try F#m A I had scarcely laid my bag down F#m A When my misjudgement hit me square F#m A I was welcomed like a guilty prisoner F#m A Old grievances fouled the air [Chorus] F#m A Four hundred miles mean nothing F#m A One mans troubles are his own F#m A The land is run down and ragged F#m A I should have never come home [Verse 2] F#m A There's a couple of babies in the cradle F#m A Sister's gone east for a time F#m A Mama's boiling water by the wood stove F#m A Neighbours stealing glances through the blind D Bm Now she's looking at me through their eyes D Bm And I see the thought she hides in vain D Bm All my years among the silken-tongued, the fallen F#m A Have made this cancer in my brain F#m A Cheap coal's spilling from the hilltops F#m A The earth is shaking from them old drag lines F#m A But when these little towns lie sleeping F#m A It's like it must have been before mankind D Bm Watch the wild mid summer moonlight D Bm Drifting slow across the lawn D Bm Catch the outlines the creation F#m A As morning comes on [Interlude] F#m A F#m A F#m A Now there's cousins dropping in from Briersville F#m A With self regard these baptists farely shine F#m A Mama gives them high admiration F#m A Contempt is the best that I can find [Chorus] D Bm Four hundred miles mean nothing D Bm One mans troubles are his own D Bm Sick and torn from wife and children F#m A I should have never come home [Verse 3] F#m A I hear them whispering my name F#m A Late at night beneath my room F#m A Their voices rise as they grow drunker F#m A Black vultures gathering at my tomb D Bm Humbled by the ancient jewish prophets D Bm Dazzled by the distant network theme D Bm Born by the promise of tomorrow F#m A Bury me with all speed F#m A Now I was born in New York City F#m A Down here I'm near a slave F#m A Can't hardly take in one more body F#m A Can't afford another grave [Chorus] D Bm Four hundred miles mean nothing D Bm One mans troubles are his own D Bm This land is run down and ragged F#m A I should have never come home