Oops, an error
Loading. Please wait.

Home On The Range ukulele

by Dr. Dog
405 views 1 this week
no commentswrite comment
1 2 3 4 5
2 more votes to show rating
add to favorites
×
Save as Personal and add changes to this tab that will be seen only by you. Learn more ›
×
You can save this tab as Personal to edit and correct it or add notes. All changes will be seen only by you. Learn more »
launch autoscroll
font size
0
reset
transpose
0
reset
display chords
guitar tuner
edit
Autoscroll
slow
fast
+/-
esc
set tempo
stop
Difficulty
Strumming
There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
                             HOME ON THE RANGE - Scott McMicken
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tabbed by: Luke Craig

Bb
He's crossing out lines
F
He has nothing to say
Eb
Shooting Russian Roulette
F
Just to learn how to play

Bb
Throwing rocks at a car
F
'Till it throws on it's breaks
Eb
He's going to far
F
Because that's what it takes

Bb
Learning cause and effect
F
Letter by letter
Eb
Making everything worse
F
So it can only get better

Bb
Is this strange, I don't know
F
Is it wrong, I'm not sure
Eb
I'm no good as a window
F
But I'll gladly be a door

Bb
And if you're ever in-between
F
Stop and say hello
Eb
It's lonely in-between
F
To know and not to know

Bb
And on the day that I die
F
As the dearly departed
Eb
Will I look back and say that
F
My life never started

Bb
Will I float down the stream
F
Until time is worn out
Eb
As all my remains become 
F
scattered about

Bb
Become a song so big and round
F
Become a dream became a sound
Eb
Become a name cut into stone
F
Become a chill in the bone

Bb
Become the One, Become the All
F
Become the big, become the small
Eb
Become complete, become destroyed
F
Become nothing, be the void

Bb, F, Eb, F
Ladadaa, Ladadaa, Ladadaa, Ladadaa
Bb, F, Eb, F
Ladadaaadadadaaa, Ladadaa, Ladadaa

Eb
Is this the age
F
Where everything learned
Eb
Is proving tried
F
And waiting to burn
Eb
Is this the age
F
That sits like a path
Eb
That's made to be new
F
And then proven to last

Eb
This time that is ours          
F
That feels like distraction
Eb
Is this our death
F
Or just a contraction

Eb
Well time is relentless
F
Demanding of change
Eb
If nothing is new
F
Then we must rearrange

Eb
Well something so simple
F
Can start looking strange
Eb
And it's the city we 
F
caaaaall
Bb
Our home on the range

            
            
Suggest correction
Creating personal tab
Creating personal tab
You can edit any tab online and save it as your Personal.

You can edit, replace or remove any tab part or add personal notes – all changes will be seen only by you.

Personal tabs can be accessed anytime from any device, even offline.
Learn more »
Give kudos to tab author, rate the tab!
1 2 3 4 5
comments
print report bad tab
guest
Wanna post a correction for this tab? Suggest correction