Blake Shelton - Home sweet home

^CI look out ‘cross corn rows from a^F dirt road Baby’s kicked back in the^G front seat Got her b^Fare feet hangin’ out the window

^CWe take a trip down memory lane D^Fust on the truck, no chance of rain ^GMy third generation farmin’ friends all ^Fpray. That it’s on the way ^GAnd if it don’t show up,^F we'll be alright ‘Cause folks ‘round here wouldn^G’t take a million bucks f^For a different life

H^Fome sw^Geet ho^Cme ^FI thank my lucky stars at night I was ra^Gised down here and raised up right Am I^F proud, you've got that rig^Ght H^Gome sw^Feet ho^Cme W^Fhere a little bit goes long way W^Ghere we shut her down on Sunday No I ^Fwon’t ever get too far away fr^Gom Home sw^Feet ho^Cme

^CPulled down to the cane bridge P^Fark in the ditch Folks and poles are li^Gned up, a little kid holds a stri^Fnger up G^Fot a mess of fish A^Gnd I drive away with a smile on my f^Face Knowin’ that this place was ^Gblessed By God's amazing gr^Face

^GNo matter where I go or wh^Fere the road might lead This li^Gttle speck on the map, ^Fis always gonna be

Y^Geah, I'm coming home. ^{F C}