Turning Home - Ver 2

F Bb F C F Usually take one last pass through town Dm Stop the car and touch the ground Bb F C Watch those streetlights swayin' in the breeze F Decorated store fronts Dm Rusty old gas pumps Bb Try to fill my mind up F C With somethin' before I go Dm C Bb C Picture postcard memories Dm C Bb C You know they always make for good company F A7 I don't know no town like the old town Dm C Bb Bbm Even when the miles are many, I feel like I'm still around F A7 Deep inside me like rings through an oak tree Dm C Bb Yeah, there somethin' 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone C That keeps me turnin' home F Bb Dm C F I'm standin' here beneath these billboard lights Dm Takes me back to those autumn nights Bb Hometown bleachers packed real tight F C As we marched down the field F My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate Dm Out on Airport Road real late Bb No one could walk a line too straight F C We usually made it home alright Dm C Bb C And glory days I can't re-live Dm C Bb C Stories I'll never forget F A7 And I don't know no friends like the old friends Dm C Bb Bbm I never seem to laugh now like I did with them F A7 But deep inside me a piece of my history Dm C Bb Yeah, I hear their voices even though they're gone C And it keeps me turnin' home F Bb Dm C F Dm Bb C F Bb Dm C F Dm Bb Gm F Never twice the same way does it start Dm And sure enough she stole my heart Bb F C On the old gym floor, spinnin' round and round one night F And though we both tried hard to wait Dm We sure did love the taste Bb F C Of the sweet love being made and prayin' I got it right Dm C Bb C Graduation came and went Dm C Bb C Along with all the time we spent F A7 And I don't know no love like the first love Dm Bb Bbm When I think about the best times she's the one I think of F A7 Deep inside me although the taste is bittersweet Dm C Bb I see her smilin' even though she's gone C F Bb Dm C And it keeps me turning home, yeah F Bb Dm C It keeps me turning home F Bb Dm C (2x)