Blake Shelton - Home sweet home

^DI look out 'cross corn rows from a d^Girt road Baby's kicked back in the f^Aront seat Got her b^Gare feet hangin' out the window

^DWe take a trip down memory lane D^Gust on the truck, no chance of rain ^AMy third generation farmin' friends all pr^Gay. That it's on the way ^AAnd if it don't show up, w^Ge'll be alright 'Cause folks 'round here wouldn't t^Aake a million bucks f^Gor a different life

H^Gome sw^Aeet ho^Dme ^GI thank my lucky stars at night I was ra^Aised down here and raised up right Am I^G proud, you've got that rig^Aht H^Aome sw^Geet ho^Dme W^Ghere a little bit goes long way W^Ahere we shut her down on Sunday No I ^Gwon't ever get too far away fr^Aom Home sw^Geet ho^Dme

^DPulled down to the cane bridge P^Gark in the ditch Folks and poles are li^Aned up, a little kid holds a stri^Gnger up G^Got a mess of fish A^And I drive away with a smile on my f^Gace Knowin' that this place was bl^Aessed By God's amazing gr^Gace

^ANo matter where I go or wh^Gere the road might lead This li^Attle speck on the map, ^Gis always gonna be

Y^Aeah, I'm coming home. ^{G D}