Queer

G You woke the wrecking yard hounds when you C slammed the passenger G side. And father watched you Em from the yard with his D knuckles wrapped in G ice. G Now the screen door is still broken since you C kicked your Kodiacs G through it. But we left the Christmas tree Em standing, in D case you turned a G round. G Now I've heard you got a good job pitching C hay down in Salmon G Arm Maybe I'll hike there Em from the coast when the D weather starts to G warm G k.d. called on the weekend. She was C crying on the tele G phone. 'Cause Father said as far as Em he's concerned, you've been D stricken from our G home. D He's gone out of his G head. (He's gone out of his head.) D He's gone out of his G head. (He's gone out of his head.) D He's gone out of his G head. Sometimes D choices aren't so C clear. G Father raged like a soldier. He put his C fist through the kitchen G door, When I said it would have been Em better if you had D split on your own G accord. G I don't care about the damage, but I C wish you were there to G see it When I scored a hat trick Em on the team that D called you a fucking G queer. D He's gone out of his G head. (He's gone out of his head.) D He's gone out of his G head. (He's gone out of his head.) D He's gone out of his G head. Sometimes D choices aren't so C clear. Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never feel. Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never know. Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never see. Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never know.