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G                
Mama's got her apron on standin in the kitchen
C
cookin up my favorite dish, whatever she is fixin
A                            C                                G
Daddy's in a picture in a frame that's always sittin by the phone
G
Dafodils are poppin up out behind the clothesline
C
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of 9
A                       C
Man I never can believe just how much its grown when I go

Chorus
G            C
Home, back home
F                                       C
To the gentle place that held me close, as I became a man
        F                 G             C                  D
And the streets are all familiar and an old friend shakes my hand, And I feel
G          C
Fine, so fine
F                                 C
Yeah knowing that this road I'm wandering on
F                    D               G
From time to time always leads me home.

G
Brother he'll be waitin with the latest from the grapevine sayin
C
Man you won't believe them stories bout those crazy friends of mine
A                                      C                              G
And all them little scandals, that a small town can't seem to leave alone
G
Later on we'll sit around bellies tight from supper
C
Tellin all them stories that we just can't get enough of
A                                 C
And somewhere in an honest laugh, it'll finally hit me that I'm...

Chorus:
G             C
Home, back home
F                                         C
Where the memories all have gathered up and slowly turned to gold
         F                G          C            D
And I've carried them along with me where ever I may go,And I feel
G           C
Fine, so fine
F                                C
Yeah knowing that this road I'm wandering on
F                   D              G
From time to time always leads me home.

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G C F G

      Am                       E
And I go and put some flowers down at daddy's stone
      C                           ???                       D
And I see that empty space beside him, it always makes me glad 
That I came

Chorus:
G             C
Home, back home
F                                        C
Where the Bible is the Bible and the angels get their wings
          F              G            C                     D
And the circle is unbroken, when I hear them church bells ring and I feel
G              C
Fine, you know I feel so fine
F                                C
Yeah knowing that this road I'm wandering on
F                    D                   C
From time to time unwinds, across the rivers through the pines
               G
And leads me home.

            
            
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