Biography:
Bill Morrissey (November 25, 1951 – July 23, 2011) was an American folk singer-songwriter from New Hampshire. Many of his songs reflect the harsh realities of life in crumbling New England mill towns.
Hailing from New Hampshire in the northeastern United States, singer-songwriter Bill Morrissey wrote about everyday life on the fringes, both geographical--e.g., fading mill towns, railyards, prisons--and interpersonal--e.g., instant infatuation with an unknown woman at a bar.
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Bill Morrissey – It’s Time To Go Home
Capo 4
Well she [C] looked so small
She [G] looked so frail
It was [F] like the world forgot her
As [G] she stood outside the jail
They [C] sit and stare
They[G] rarely speak
She [F] comes to see him
The [G] same time every week
Never [C] wants to leave
But she [G] knows she must
That the [F] yellow cab comes right on time
And [G] scoops her up like a speck of dust
When [F] its time to go [G] home
Its [F] time to go [G] home
[F] Where the night stayed [G] too long
[C] In a world that’s [Cm] just gone [G]wrong
It’s[F] time [G] to go [C] home
How [C] did one summer
Become [G] 19 years
The Alaskan [F] winters took their toll
And [G] then they made it clear
The [C] gill nets and the singers
[G] Salmon and crab
The dull [F] eyed girls of catchican
That [G] took all that I had
I could[C] sell the boat
Cash the [G] whole thing down
Move [F] back to the forty eight
Just tell [G] stories back in that small town
[F] its time to go [G] home
Its [F] time to go [G] home
[F] Where the night stayed [G] too long
[C] In a world that’s [Cm] just gone [G]wrong
It’s[F] time [G] to go [C] home
(Instrumental)
Well [C] your T-shirt’s clean
Like your [G] dungarees
IN [F] eighteen days
You [G] will be on your way overseas
Sit [C] on the bed
With a [G] warm six pack
Ah it’s [F] not like they said
But it’s[G] too late now to take it back
So you [C] make some calls
But [G] no one’s home
You [F] nurse your beers
And you [G] spend the long night by the telephone
[F] its time to go [G] home
Its [F] time to go [G] home
[F] Where the night stayed [G] too long
[C] In a world that’s [C] just gone [G]wrong
It’s[F] time [G] to go [C] home
Capo 4
Well she [C] looked so small
She [G] looked so frail
It was [F] like the world forgot her
As [G] she stood outside the jail
They [C] sit and stare
They[G] rarely speak
She [F] comes to see him
The [G] same time every week
Never [C] wants to leave
But she [G] knows she must
That the [F] yellow cab comes right on time
And [G] scoops her up like a speck of dust
When [F] its time to go [G] home
Its [F] time to go [G] home
[F] Where the night stayed [G] too long
[C] In a world that’s [Cm] just gone [G]wrong
It’s[F] time [G] to go [C] home
How [C] did one summer
Become [G] 19 years
The Alaskan [F] winters took their toll
And [G] then they made it clear
The [C] gill nets and the singers
[G] Salmon and crab
The dull [F] eyed girls of catchican
That [G] took all that I had
I could[C] sell the boat
Cash the [G] whole thing down
Move [F] back to the forty eight
Just tell [G] stories back in that small town
[F] its time to go [G] home
Its [F] time to go [G] home
[F] Where the night stayed [G] too long
[C] In a world that’s [Cm] just gone [G]wrong
It’s[F] time [G] to go [C] home
(Instrumental)
Well [C] your T-shirt’s clean
Like your [G] dungarees
IN [F] eighteen days
You [G] will be on your way overseas
Sit [C] on the bed
With a [G] warm six pack
Ah it’s [F] not like they said
But it’s[G] too late now to take it back
So you [C] make some calls
But [G] no one’s home
You [F] nurse your beers
And you [G] spend the long night by the telephone
[F] its time to go [G] home
Its [F] time to go [G] home
[F] Where the night stayed [G] too long
[C] In a world that’s [C] just gone [G]wrong
It’s[F] time [G] to go [C] home
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