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Home      -      Shawn Mullins
C                                 G C/G G
The funniest girl I ever knew
C                                  F
Had hair as orange as halloween
C                               G
The bluest eyes that saw right through
                   F
All the BS in everything

C                                        G  C/G  G
She was an artist from the start
C                                               F
And she always sang from the bottom of her heart
C                                            G  
And though her road was so long
C                               G             F
She finally made her way back home
C                               G             F
She finally made her way back home

C                                  G  C/G  G
The loneliest kid I ever saw
C                               F
Owned an old man's callused hands
C                          G
Sitting barefoot in front of a dime store
                                           F
In a place some called the promised land

C                                  G  C/G  G
He had hollow sunken eyes
C                                                F
But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda prize
C                                    G
He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone
C                     G                                F
In the dirty city streets that he called home
C                            G                               F
Yeah, the dirty city streets that he called home

C.                                      G  C/G  G
Hobos, tramps and troubadours
C                                             F
Don't ride in boxcars like they did before
C                                  G
Seems like most of my heroes 
               F
Just ain't around no more

C.                                         G  C/G  G
I know I'm lucky to sing my songs
C                                        F
And if you want to you can sing along
C                                         G
We've been on this road so long
C                                        G              F
Won't you help me find my way back home?
C                        G              F                  C
Help me find my way back home

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