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A E A A E A A E A Oh black beauty take me home D E A Down all these crooked roads I learned to know. A E A My body is broken and bruised, D E A I've been away to long, my boys, they are confused D E Though my memory will fade, A D I'm so glad you let me play D E A I can't do this on my own D A Whooa, Whooa E A Woooa, Whooah A E A Well I've got this music in my veines D E A But that don't seem to matter much these days A E A So many people seem so fake D E A And the reason why the play, it ain't the same D E Cuz they don't write their songs, A D just hit the tracks and play along E A While Jonny Cash rolls over in his grave D A Hoooome, Hoooome A Hoooooooome E A My home has got my heart D A Hoooome, Hoooome A Hoooooooome E A My home has got my heart A E A D A D E A D (hold shortly) D A D A Hoooome, Hoooome A Hoooooooome E A My home has got my heart D A Hoooome, Hoooome A Hoooooooome E A My home has got my heart D Yeah I've learned form all of my fears A I've been gone for all these years E A Oh and when I say goodbye, I'll be holding back my tears D A A million different faces that I will not forget E A Of all the things you taught me how to live without regret D A All you people that I love that I never would have known D E A without a guitar and a microphone