Home - Shawn Mullins C G C/G G The funniest girl I ever knew C F Had hair as orange as halloween C G The bluest eyes that saw right through F All the BS in everything C G C/G G She was an artist from the start C F And she always sang from the bottom of her heart C G And though her road was so long C G F She finally made her way back home C G F She finally made her way back home C G C/G G The loneliest kid I ever saw C F Owned an old man's callused hands C G Sitting barefoot in front of a dime store F In a place some called the promised land C G C/G G He had hollow sunken eyes C F But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda prize C G He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone C G F In the dirty city streets that he called home C G F Yeah, the dirty city streets that he called home C. G C/G G Hobos, tramps and troubadours C F Don't ride in boxcars like they did before C G Seems like most of my heroes F Just ain't around no more C. G C/G G I know I'm lucky to sing my songs C F And if you want to you can sing along C G We've been on this road so long C G F Won't you help me find my way back home? C G F C Help me find my way back home
