INTRO: C  G  F  G   (4x)  C

                G                 F
He's never been far from trouble
              G          C
Trouble is as loyal as a dog
                 G            F
He drinks in the muddy water
       G                    C
And he sleeps in the hollow log


             G                 F
His troubles all have mirrors
         G             C
And they double up the size
             G                 F
His problems all have patches
         G            F
And they cover up his eyes


CHORUS:
               Em     Am
It's like that old expression
F         C       G      F
All roads lead to Rome
                               G
You see he comes from trouble
                     C     G  F
And he's always going home
                 C      G  F  C
He's always going home


             G                 F
So, he can't see for looking
       G                C
He's become a lightning rod
                  G                  F
He walks with the clouds of thunder
            G                 C
Which don't strike him now as odd


    G                  F
Accidents will happen
          G               C
Much more frequently with him
                G                 F
He's never been far from trouble
             G       F
Trouble is a trusted friend


CHORUS:
               Em     Am
It's like that old expression
F         C       G      F
All roads lead to Rome
                               G
You see he comes from trouble
                     C     G  F
And he's always going home
                 C      G  F  C  A
He's always going home


BRIDGE:
                             F#m
Addiction in the bloodstream
                      D
Chasing fascination's choice
                E  
Born of a desperation
                           A
There's a mean edge to his voice
                          F#m
As a snake, he would have curves
                     D
On both sides of the law
                          E  
As a rule he'll catch his prey
                        A     F#m  D  E  F  G  C
And he's bound to eat it raw,      raw


                G                 F
He's never been far from trouble
            G               C
He lives an inch from his demise
           G                 F
Pushes his luck right to the edge
          G              C
Pulls the bull over your eyes


            G                    F
Money slips through his fingers
        G           C
He owes everyone he knows
                    G               F
Still and all, it's good to see him come
          G             F
A little better when he goes



CHORUS:
               Em     Am
It's like that old expression
F         C       G      F
All roads lead to Rome
                               G
You see he comes from trouble
                     C     G  F
And he's always going home
     G           C      G  F  
He's always going home
                 C      G  F  
He's always going home
     G           C      G  F 
He's always going home