​Home Lyrics And Chords By Sean Keane

Home is just one of the many songs on site 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.

​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.