Hey Packy de Loudon Wainwright

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		   Hey Packy

Written by George Gerdes
Recorded by Loudon Wainwright III
From the album "T-Shirt" (Arista AL-4063, 1976)
Transcribed August 1995 by Charlie Gibbs ([email protected])


D               F#
I been shufflin' a lonesome old trail.

G                      E
I'm gonna send a letter to my dog in the mail.

D         A                      D  A
Hey Packy, I'm comin' back again.


D                        F#
My legs are tired and my feet are draggin',

G                     E
But I ain't gonna stop 'til I see his tail waggin'.

D         A                      D
Hey Packy, I'm comin' back again.


A                            D                   Bm
I heard that proverb tell, a dog is a man's best friend.

        E
There's no more detainin', I'm walkin', it's rainin',

        A                            C                        A
Packy's waitin' at the rainbow, he's waiting at the rainbow's end.


D                     F#
The clouds drift, the world is so wide,

  G                 E
A fellow feels lucky with a dog by his side.

D         A                      D  A
Hey Packy, I'm comin' back again.


D                  F#
A two-bit mutt, he ain't worth a dollar,

G                                    E
But you're sure gonna dig it when he comes when you holler.

D         A                      D  A
Hey Packy, I'm comin' back again.


Here I come...

(instrumental)


You know that

A                            D                   Bm
I heard that proverb tell, a dog is a man's best friend.

E
No more detainin', now I'm walkin', it's rainin',

        A                            C                        A
Packy's waitin' at the rainbow, he's waitin' at the rainbow's end.


D         F#
Hey Packy, I'm comin' home.

          G                                   E
I'm gonna scratch your little head, I'm gonna give you a little bone.

D         A                      D  A
Hey Packy, I'm comin' back again.


D                    F#
Some folks look hard searching for somethin'

           G                    E
They could see so plain in that dog's tail thumpin'.

D         A                      D  A
Hey Packy, I'm comin' back again.


D                            F#
Some folks are wonderin' why they was born.

           G                  E
They ain't never been swimmin' with a dog in the morning.

D         A                      D
Hey Packy, I'm comin' back again.