C	F	C	F
Miss Patsy,	forgive all the	choices I	made

	Gm	F	Bb
I’ve been	fighting	shadows on the	wrong crusade

C	F	C	F
Looking for	ghosts in a	penny	arcade

	Bb	C
Miss	Patsy, no more will I	roam

	Gm	Eb	F
Miss	Patsy, won’t you	carry me	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

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: José Duarte

jtduarte1@gmail.com

Source: http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/r/richard_thompson/miss_patsy_crd.htm