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Lookin' out of my window pane, tears mingling with the rain
G                D                Em       C
I'm so lonesome, I could cry just like old Hank
G                   D            Em                C
Staring down on the city street, feeling empty and incomplete
G                 D             Em      C
There's a place I need to be to fill my tank

  C
A place I can go where I can be free where I can be happy and just --- be me

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Home, where the warm winds blowing and the rivers flowing a- long
       Em              C
Like a lazy bum in the mid-day sun
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And I've gone fishin' with my pole at the fishin' hole
      C                                 D
Where I can lay down my heavy load, and know that I am always --- welcome
 
G                 D   Em                 C
I left home I was 17, I had a lot of am- bitious dreams
G                  D                      Em       C
See a lot of those dreams come true, I've had good luck
G                   D                Em                C
I'm not complaining that's for sure, I got a lot to be thankful for
G                          D               Em    C
One of those things is the magic door that opens up

C
Back to the time when I was a kid to the sound of the crickets and the Carry Dees

            G    D      Em                       C
It's called home on the front porch swinging and fern pots hanging
G    D        Em                       C
Home with the church bells ringing and voices singing
G   D            Em                C
Old songs that's in my mind like a stitch in time
          C                                    D
Where the tea is sweet and the love's complete for me, I wanna go
  
Am                  G       D
I often think about where I have been
Am                   C       D
Where I am going and lots a- bout when I think about

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Home, where the soul find comfort and the heart find pleasure
G     D         Em             C
Home, where the depths of love is hard to measure
     G     D Em                  C
It's home, I hear you callin', I hear you callin'
     C                                         D
I'll never be lost as long as I know there's a place like that where I can go

      C                                  D
Where I can restore my weary soul on the mountain slopes of the south "Blue Smoke"

   G     D Em C          G D    Em C
Of home, home sweet home

G    D Em                       C
Home back to the hills of the Whip-poor-wills
G    D        Em                          C
Home with the fire flies blinking and the night stars twinklin'
G     D                    Em         C
Home, honeysuckle vine and musky fine wine at
G     D         Em                   C
Home, where the ginseng grows in the shady groves of
G     D    Em                     C
Home, with family and friends and joy that never end
G     D       Em            C                     G
Home, there's no place like it, no place like it, home -----