C                        Am
Lonely boy gazing on the afternoon
                Em                                G
People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day
                        C                    Am
There's a Little Yellow Man, standing by the railway station
                   Em                               G
Painting portraits on the brickwalls of Billie Holloway
Bb                      
Lovely Lady S.M.I.L.E.
F                         C                         G     D
 Dance, my dear, I'm only operating on "Lassie Come Home"
E                            Am
"This was authentic you" she spoke,
                            E       Dm      
"this was authentic you who blew me cold"
Am                       E
  He had no chance to realize,
                                G
It hit her straight between the eyes
             D
So I've been told
C                                  Am
In the park, she's giving out some photographs
                      Em                                 G
On which she's giving out some photos of what she hands around
                C                                 Am
"They videoed a ghost tonight", she said before I turned it out
                   Em                             G
"It rode an orange paper-bike, and left without a sound."
Bb                 
Keep on riding, Sir
F                     C
 Open up the door and shout it out:
             G          D
"Lassie Come Home, Come Home!!"
E                            Am
"This was authentic you?" she spoke,
                            E       Dm      
"this was authentic you who blew me cold"
Am                       E
  He had no chance to realize,
                                G
It hit her straight between the eyes
C                          Am
Lonely Girl dancing in the music-hall
                     Em                                 G
Lightning struck her silver starship and turned it into stone
                             C                   Am
And now it's falling all the time into that void beyond her grey eyes
                Em                                G
Somewhere a telephone is ringing, but nobody's at home
Bb                       F    
"Hello Junkie-Sweetheart, listen now
             C
This is your Captain calling:
                G      D
Your Captain is dead."
Bb                  F
Keep on riding, Sir, open up the door
    C                               G               D
And shout it out -- shout it out -- shout it out -- shout it out
Bb                  F C G D
Lassie come home.....

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by drs_29
drs_29@yahoo.com
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