Home Lyrics And Chords By Sean Keane
Home is just one of the many songs on site with guitar chords plus the youtube video to play along with that Sean Keane has covered over the years, the one that I always think about when I hear his name is Isle Of Hope Isle Of Tears Song for some reason. It's just that certain songs get associated with certain people.
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Intro. chords C Am F C F C Am Dm C F Am F C
The [C]only thing I see ahead is [F]just The [C]heat[F]rising off the [C]road, The rainbows I keep chasing Keep on fading before I [Am]find My crock of [G]gold, And [F]more and more I'm thinking [Am]That the [F]only treasures That I'll [G]ever [C]know[F], Are [C]long ago and far behind [G]And wrapped up in my [Em]memories of [C]home. CHORUS: [Am]Home was a swimming hole and a [F]Fishing pole and the feel of the [Am]Muddy road be[G]neath my [C]toes, Home was a back porch swing Where [F]I would sit and Mama sang '[C]Amazing Grace'[Am] while [C]she [Dm]hung out The [G]clothes, [F]Home was an easy chair with my [Am]Daddy there And the [F]smell of Sunday supper [G]on the [C]stove[Em],,[F], My [C]footsteps carry me away but [G]in my mind, I'm always going [C]home. C Dm F C Am Dm Am The [C]miles that lay behind weren't as Hard as the [F]miles that lay a[C]head And it's too late to listen To the words of wisdom [Am]that my Daddy [G]said, And the [F]straight and narrow path he showed me Turned into a thousand winding roads, My footsteps carry me away but in my mind, I'm always going home. Chorus And the straight and narrow path he showed me Turned into a thousand [G]winding [C]roads[F] My[C] footsteps carry me away but [G]in my mind, I'm always going [C]home. |
Lyrics And Guitar Chords In G
The [G]only thing I see ahead is [C]just The [G]heat[C]rising off the [G]road, The rainbows I keep chasing Keep on fading before I [Em]find My crock of [D]gold, And [C]more and more I'm thinking [Em]That the [C]only treasures That I'll [D]ever [G]know[C], Are [G]long ago and far behind [D]And wrapped up in my [Bm]memories of [G]home. CHORUS: [Em]Home was a swimming hole and a [C]Fishing pole and the feel of the [Em]Muddy road be[D]neath my [G]toes, Home was a back porch swing Where [C]I would sit and Mama sang '[G]Amazing Grace'[Em] while [G]she [Am]hung out The [D]clothes, [C]Home was an easy chair with my [Em]Daddy there And the [C]smell of Sunday supper [D]on the [G]stove[Bm],,[C], My [G]footsteps carry me away but [D]in my mind, I'm always going [G]home. |
