G 	  	      C
Woman you get meaner every day
 	   D 	  	     G
and youre naggin is hard to stand
 	  	  	  	 C
So I'll pack my things and I'll be on my way
 	   D 	       G 	 
cause its time to bum again



G 	  	  	      C 	 
This house gets smaller with every day
 	 D 	  	  G
And the walls are closin in
 	  	  	       C
Ive guess I've said all there is to say
 	 D 	     G
and its time to bum again.



CHORUS:

G 	  	      C
The time has come to bum again
 	  D
Im gonna see all the places
G
I aint been
 	  	  	    C
Woman youve stirred up the wild wild wind
 	 D 	     G
and its time to bum again




A 	  	  	    D
I'll visit my buddy out in Bakerfield,
   E 	  	  	     A
We soldiered together years back
 	  	  	  	     D
Well talk night and day till theres no more to say
    	   E 	  	    A
then I'll head on down the track
 	  	      D
I may come back in a year or two
 	 E 	  	   A
And you may not desire me then
 	  	  	      D
There are some things that a man must do
 	 E 	     A
And its time to bum again.



A 	  	      D
The time has come to bum again
 	  E 	  	     A
Im gonna see all the places I aint been
 	  	  	     D
woman you've stirred up the wild, wild, wind
 	 E 	     A
and its time to bum again
 	  	  	     D
woman you've stirred up the wild, wild, wind 
 	 E 	     A
and its time to bum again.