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B E B E B E B E B E B The only thing I see ahead, is just the heat risin' off the road. B E F# And the rainbows I keep chasin' keep on fadin' before I find my crop of gold. E B E And more and more I'm thinkin' that the only treasures that I've ever kno-oh-oh-own. B F# B Are long ago and far behind and wrapped up in my memories of home. G#m E B Home was a swimmin' hole, and a fishing pole, and feelin' of muddy road beneath my toes. G#m E B G#m Home was a back porch swing, where I would sit, and mama sang amazing grace, B F# While she hung out the clothes. E B E Home was an easy chair with my daddy there, and the smell of Sunday's supper on the sto-oh-oh-ove. B F# B My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm always goin' home. B E B E B E B The miles that lay behind weren't as hard as the miles that lay ahead. B E F# And it's too late to listen to the words of the wisdom that my daddy said. E B E And the strait an narrow path he showed me, turned into a thousand winding ro-oh-oh-oads. B F# B My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm always goin' home. G#m E B Home was a swimmin' hole, and a fishing pole, and feelin' of muddy road beneath my toes. G#m E B G#m Home was a back porch swing, where I would sit, and mama sang amazing grace, B F# While she hung out the clothes. E B E Home was an easy chair with my daddy there, and the smell of Sunday's supper on the sto-oh-oh-ove. B F# B My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm always goin' home. G#m E B E And the strait an narrow path he showed me, turned into a thousand winding ro-oh-oh-oads. B F# B E My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm always goin' home. B E