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.