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Box 10

Höfundur lags: Jim Croce Sent inn af: Anonymous
[C]    [G]    [Am]    [F]    [C]    [G]    [G7]    [C]    [G]    
Well outta [C]Southern Illi[G]nois
Come a [Am]down-home country [F]boy  
He’s gonna [C]make it in the city
Playin’ [G]guitar in the stud[F]io   [C]    [G]    
Oh well, he [C]hadn’t been there an [G]hour
When he [Am]met a Broadway [F]flow’r
You know she [C]took him for his money
And she [G]left him in a cheap ho[F]tel [C]    [G]    
Oh well, it’s [C]easy for you to [G]see  
That that [Am]country boy is [F]me  
Say and [C]how’m I gonna ever break the [G]news to the folks back [F]home?[C]    [G]    
Well, I was [C]gonna be a great [G]success
Things sure [Am]ended up a me[F]ss   [C]    
But in the process [G]I got messed up [F]to   [C]    [G]    

Hello, [C]mama and dad I had to [F]call coll[G]ect  
Cause I [C]ain’t got a [Em]cent to m[Am]y nam[Am/G]e     
Well, I’m [C]sleepin’ in a hotel [F]doorway
And ton[D]ight they say it’s gonna [G]rain
And if you’d [C]only se[Em]nd me some [Am]money [Am/G]    
I’ll be bac[C]k on my[Em] feet [Am]again [Am/G]    
[C]Send it in [Em]care of the S[Am]unday Mi[Am/G]ssion     
[F]Box Number [C]Ten [C]    [Em]    [Am]    [Am/G]    [F]    [G6]    [C]    

Well, back in [C]Southern Illi[G]nois
They’re still w[Am]orryin” ‘bout their [F]boy [C]    
But this boy’s goin’ [G]home soon’s he gets the [F]fare[C]    [G]    
Because as [C]soon as I got my [G]bread
I got a [Am]pipe upside my [F]head
You know they [C]took me in an alley
Took my [G]money and my guitar [F]too [C]    [G]    

Hello, [C]mama and dad I had to [F]call coll[G]ect  
Cause I [C]ain’t got a [Em]cent to m[Am]y nam[Am/G]e     
Well, I’m [C]sleepin’ in a hotel [F]doorway
And ton[D]ight they say it’s gonna [G]rain
And if you’d [C]only se[Em]nd me some [Am]money [Am/G]    
I’ll be bac[C]k on my[Em] feet [Am]again [Am/G]    
[C]Send it in [Em]care of the S[Am]unday Mi[Am/G]ssion     
[F]Box Number [C]Ten [C]    [Em]    [Am]    [Am/G]    [F]    [G6]    [C]    

[C]    [Em]    [Am]    [Am/G]    [F]    [G]    [C]    


Well outta Southern Illinois
Come a down-home country boy
He’s gonna make it in the city
Playin’ guitar in the studio
Oh well, he hadn’t been there an hour
When he met a Broadway flow’r
You know she took him for his money
And she left him in a cheap hotel
Oh well, it’s easy for you to see
That that country boy is me
Say and how’m I gonna ever break the news to the folks back home?
Well, I was gonna be a great success
Things sure ended up a mess
But in the process I got messed up to

Hello, mama and dad I had to call collect
Cause I ain’t got a cent to my name
Well, I’m sleepin’ in a hotel doorway
And tonight they say it’s gonna rain
And if you’d only send me some money
I’ll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box Number Ten

Well, back in Southern Illinois
They’re still worryin” ‘bout their boy
But this boy’s goin’ home soon’s he gets the fare
Because as soon as I got my bread
I got a pipe upside my head
You know they took me in an alley
Took my money and my guitar too

Hello, mama and dad I had to call collect
Cause I ain’t got a cent to my name
Well, I’m sleepin’ in a hotel doorway
And tonight they say it’s gonna rain
And if you’d only send me some money
I’ll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box Number Ten

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